This is for Trish 'Our Miracle'

[indigo]

There Are No Words


There are no words ...what can I say?

At last her sweet soul winged its way

To peace and freedom in the sky

Where never again will she suffer or cry.


It's all part of God's great plan ...

Which remains a mystery to man.

We cannot understand His ways

Nor can we count our earthly days.


But who are we to question and doubt?

God knoweth well what He's about;

He knew she longed to "go to sleep"

Where only angels, a vigil keep.


The pain of living grew too great

No longer could she stay and wait;

She did not want to leave you, dear,

But she had finished her work down here.


So she closed her eyes and when she awoke,

These are the words the Master spoke ...

"Welcome, dear child, you are Home at last,

And now the burden of living is past."


"There's work for you in My Kingdom, dear

And you are needed and wanted here."

So weep not, she has just gone on ahead,

Don't think of her as being dead.


She's out of sight for a little while,

And you'll miss her touch and her little smile,

But you know she is safe in the home above

Where there is nothing but Peace and Love.


And, surely, you would not deny her peace ...

And you're glad that she has found release.

Think of her there as a soul that is free,

And Home at last, where she wanted to be.


~ Helen Steiner Rice ~

Bless you Trish......Teach only love.....Thank you for the joy you brought into my heart.
Annie

[splendra]

Thank you (((annie))). It made the tears flow again to read this. Surely she has found peace.

[historyteach]

((((Trish))))

I Did Not Die

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there. I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow;
I am the diamond glints on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain;
I am the gentle Autumn’s rain.

When you awaken in the morning’s hush.
I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star that shines at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there;
I did not die.

- Anon -

I love you, my friend...

Shalom!

[OVERIT]

I know your life
On earth was troubled
And only you could know the pain
You weren't afraid to face the devil
You were no stranger to the rain

Go rest high on that mountain
Son, your work on earth is done
Go to heaven a shoutin'
Love for the Father and the Son

Oh, how we cried the day you left us
We gathered round your grave to grieve
I wish I could see the angels faces
When they hear your sweet voice sing

Go rest high on that mountain
Son, your work on earth is done
Go to heaven a shoutin'
Love for the Father and the Son

Go rest high on that mountain
Son, your work on earth is done
Go to heaven a shoutin'
Love for the Father and the Son

Go to heaven a shoutin'
Love for the Father and the Son


Your love and light will be missed.

xoxoxoxo

Ang

[susane1408]

Live on in Tranquility Trish

[Live]

Amen.

[Phinneas]

Amen

[Ann]

Her spirit will live in our hearts forever. Rest in Peace, dear Trish.

When somebody dies, a cloud turns into
an angel, and flies up to tell God
to put another flower on a pillow.
A bird gives the message back to
the world, and sings a silent prayer
that makes the rain cry. People dis-
appear, but they never really go away.
The spirits up there put the sun to
bed, wake up grass, and spin the
earth in dizzy circles. Sometimes you
can see them dancing in a cloud during
the day-time, when they're supposed
to be sleeping. They paint the rain-
bows and also the sunsets and make
waves splash and tug at the tide.
They toss shooting stars and listen to
wishes. And when they sing wind-
songs, they whisper to us, don't
miss me too much. The view is nice
and I'm doing just fine.

[Rusty Zipper]

oh so beautilfull, i see you all loved her so very much... i see why Trish'y loved this site...a real family for her. a big one, she wasn't much for the rooms, but was glued to SR... may god guide you and keep you... until then ... xxoo, Pattee