To a gentle soul
                         

Now that you are gone, gentle beloved soul
Our lives wonŽt be the same again
For on a morning in similar autumns
When the sky is as blue as it was then
And the leaves rustle yet again
Under a clear cloudless sky
WeŽll remember you with loving tenderness
For the joys that you brought us!

Many years will yet pass, gentle beloved soul
But our eyes will still be full of tears
Whenever we walk along the quiet lane
Leading to your secret refuge
For as long as memories last
And upon the trees falls the autumn rain
Our heart will swell with utmost pain
Each time we recall your footsteps.

One fine morning in similar autumns
Your soul and ours will share fond memories
And as the blue jays come to feed
Oblivious of our grief and pain
WeŽll hearken to natureŽs call
And see in the wild birds and flowers
That grace many a trail
The beauty you saw and the solace you sought.

Farewell, sweet and gentle soul...
In life your joys were few and far between
Loneliness often your only companion
But already the gates of eternal paradise
Are wide open for you to enter.
Behold! gentle beloved soul, God has prepared
For you a cottage of the finest wood
And a garden full of HeavenŽs very best.

Rejoice, rejoice sweet and gentle soul
Pain is no more, sorrow is no more!

Claudio Wye
autumn 1997

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