...each in our own ways...

Whistle
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“We will never forget”

…And all the harm that ever I did
Alas it was to none but me
And all I’ve done for want of wit
To memory now I can’t recall
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all…

…Oh, all the comrades that e’er I had
They’re sorry for my going away
And all the sweethearts that e’er I had
They’d wish me one more day to stay
But since it falls unto my lot
That I should rise and you should not
I’ll gently rise and softly call
Good night and joy be with you all…

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That’s about my favorite song, Brian.

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In the quiet before dawn
while the world still sleeps
my waking mind calls your name.

In the sun-bright morning
when the children play
my questing eyes seek your face.

In the warm afternoon
when nap time comes
I listen for your quiet breath.

In the dark of evening
when the tired soul rests
I go down to the darkness alone.

As the hours that are
replace the hours that will never be,

As the memories that are
replace the memories that should have been,

As the emptiness that is
supplants the happiness that should be,

We remember.

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Dear Lord, help those who are missing someone today realize that they are never truly alone.

Amen.

I wish to return to Rivendell
Where peace & Elven folk do dwell;
For I’ve journeyed far through Hill and Dale
To the East & West of which tales do tell,
But none is so fair as my Rivendell.

~TWE-aka. Quellecristwen</f

[ This Message was edited by: The Whistling Elf on 2002-09-11 14:41 ]

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From too much love of living,
From hope and fear set free,
We thank with brief thanksgiving
Whatever gods may be:
That no life lives forever,
That dead men rise up never,
That even the weariest river
Winds someplace safe to sea.

I wish I could remember who wrote this verse. For me it speaks straight to the heart about departed loved ones that we miss, and hopes that we don’t dare to cherish.

This verse was a great comfort to me after my brother died.

Best wishes and warm thoughts to all,

-James
http://www.flutesite.com

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James

It was by a man named August Swindburne

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This from Kitty Donahoe, does it for me…the whistle and the pipes are amazing on this one…just a songwriter and friends…

http://141.213.30.172/~mikewood/Donohoe_There_are_no_words.mp3