Aaltje
One hand to the fallen tree
we bless the bark now curling:
planted beside rivers of water,
an old, a new song of water,
offer your laurels at the water,
the living, the everlasting water:
one springs for the fallen tree
to bless the leaves now curling:
we will meet you soon or sooner,
elsewhere in immortality,
elsewhere in dreams.
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Dearest Daniel….what loving words for my dear mom. It is weird, but some days I just really miss her, yet rejoice that she is now in glory. As my brother said….she was who she was because of what God wrought in her through His Son….this, in her good days, was always evident. What a reminder to me of what is important! Love Mom