A Quaker friend sent us this poem.
Hope you all like it as much as I do. I love Tagore.
PEACE, MY HEART
the parting be sweet.
Let it not be a death but completeness.
Let love melt into memory and pain
Let the flight through the sky end
in the folding of the wings over the
Let the last touch of your hands be
gentle like the flower of the night.
Stand still, O Beautiful End, for a
moment, and say your last words in
I bow to you and hold up my lamp
to light you on your way.
This is almost exactly the way Barb's departure from this body was... painless, silent, and full of love and peace.