Don’t wait until it’s too late to show someone how much you love, how much you care. Because when they’re gone, no matter how loud you shout or cry, they won’t hear you anymore.
The death-change comes. Death is another life. We bow our heads At going out, we think, and enter straight Another golden chamber of the king’s Larger than this we leave, and lovelier. And then in shadowy glimpses, disconnect, The story, flower-like, closes thus its leaves. The will of God is all in all. He makes, Destroys, remakes, for His own pleasure, all.
Death did not first strike Adam, the first sinful man, nor Cain, the first hypocrite, but Abel, the innocent and righteous. The first soul that met with death, overcame death; the first soul that parted from earth went to heaven. Death argues not displeasure, because he whom God loved best dies first, and the murderer is punished with living.