'Farther along we'll know all about it...
We'll understand it all by and by'
It is written...Ashes to ashes .. dust to dust
And so it shall be when life ebbs out
Though the opened door..
That day the sky was celestial blue..puffy white
cloud pillows briefly hid migrating birds..
heading south, mournfully they called to
each other.. it was as if they knew what
was happening far below.
The lake was a ripple of steel grey blue
water. The air was crisp and cool. Apple
picking time of year. This was her favorite
place... she came here often. How she would
have loved the crunch of autumn leaves beneath
We were gathered to say goodbye to a special friend
Her polished urn gleamed softly in the early afternoon
Our tears fell silently... it began...
Soft strains of Peace in the valley filled the air
To one side of her urn lay a pile of wrinkled tear
stained pages.. Starlite poems written just for her.
They were topped by a single pink rose and a white
taper.. sleekly beatiful
Speakers who had had the privilege of knowing her
personally spoke first. They celebrated her life, the
wonderful person they knew her to be.
Then.. a very special friend.. with a sob in his voice
and tears in his eyes picked up a poem from the pile
and began..my sister, my friend ..he read... one by one
our poems followed ..ending with one from her dearest
A reverant hush fell over the crowd as the memorial
taper was lit. It flickered briefly in the breeze as if
reluctant to perform the function for which it was
intended... then the pages of our love were slowly fed
into the candle flame..
Reduced to blackened ash ..they hovered and danced
in mid air... then slowly drifted down to settle inside
the now opened urn to mingle with the contents.
With a trembling hand her closest relative picked up
up the polished urn and ever so slowly released the
ashes into the air... it seemed to me they clung
tightly together for a moment.. then slowly broke apart,
to dance across the universe and grace it with her beauty
We could not escape the image of a beautiful soul being
lofted up to heaven by our very own long gone Starlite
angels taking another angel home.
In the distance we could hear the tinkling of little silver bells
the sure and certain signal that a brand new angel has received
wings.,.. now she would be forever loved
We slipped away quietly... in the sure and certain knowledge that
our Starlite angel had slipped the surly bonds of earth.. put out her
hand and touched the face of God..we headed home back to this old
cafe. .. to pause, reflect and yet again pick up our pens.
To celebrate once more .. our brand new Starlite Angel
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