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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=461136" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>What Awaits</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">What awaits us after certain death, <br>nor I nor you nor any here may know; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">some may prefer to hold the unthinking state; <br>knowing only, what shall be, shall be; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and yet, it may not harm to have a dream, <br>a hope, a thought in purity; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">why, it may even smoothe our latter days -<br>not by some mental last narcotic drip, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">but curled around the treasure of our heart; <br>resting in our dearest, dearest love; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">for some, it will be family: <br>perhaps to know our parents as new friends; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">to talk to them of all unspoken things<br>we never thought to ask of them in life, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">to throw aside the separateness of things; <br>to love our selves in them as they loved us; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">- or if it be that all was fear and hate, <br>to learn a way to pass through that to love; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">or, watch perhaps, in some angelic way<br>over our children as they live their lives; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">watch them in some wisdom quite uncritical, <br>encompass all their life with eyes of love; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">yes, those things would be good; and surely not<br>what our Creator would not want for us? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So, noble-hearted philanthropes might wish<br>above all else, to guard the institutions which</div><div style="margin:10px 0">they built so generously from their rich and loving lives; <br>to watch benignly as those institutions grow; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have a passing fancy that, the relay race as run, <br>some glorious gift to pass, might be to hand: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and to some soul unborn, now waiting there<br>ready to run - reach out and smiling say, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">here, take this I hold out in my hand –<br>to you, a seeming torch, or jewel beyond price, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">a flower, or keepsake of a life of love –<br>take this, my treasure throughout all my life, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">this is what I loved, and worked at, polished bright; <br>this is the jewel of my life.. Do with it, what you will; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">know that the joy is in the passing on; <br>what else is there to offer, heart to heart? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">* * *</div><div style="margin:10px 0">meanwhile, I’ll treasure that high moment when<br>all change became the strange; the eternal, natural.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a><div class=q>
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nor I nor you nor any here may know; 

some may prefer to hold the unthinking state; 
knowing only, what shall be, shall be; 

and yet, it may not harm to have a dream, 
a hope, a thought in purity; 

why, it m..."></div>
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