Yesterday I came across these wonderful words from Patience Strong:
'Light is fading, darkness falls, but somewhere it is dawn. Here it is the eventide, but somewhere it is morn ... As upon the world's red rim the sun sinks out of sight - in some far and distant land, it rises, warm and bright.
When the touch of death has stopped the heart and closed the eyes - our loved ones seem to fall asleep, but somewhere they arise ... We who watch stand in the darkness, blind with grief and pain - But somewhere it is morning and they wake to life again.'
I hope that if you have 'lost' a loved one you can find some comfort in Patience's words, realizing that 'lost' is the wrong term. Far from being lost, they've simply gone - temporarily - beyond our limited sight.
