His Life Continues by Lynn New
When death walks by with quiet tread,
To touch a loved one, who’s then led
Away from sleep, away from pain,
To wake in joy, to live again.You’ll hear him on a whispered breeze,
A calling bird; in swaying trees.
Do not weep long, but lift your eyes,
You’ll see his glory in God’s skies.He’ll be there in a swallow’s flight,
His eyes in stars on a velvet night.
His courage strong in every tree,
His name carved well, for eternity.Hide not your love within your heart,
For he will always be a part
Of you, and everything you do…
For death is nought, when love is true.
Based on your tags, Cherie, this is a most delightful tribute to your dad. Happy Birthday, indeed.
Thanks Ginnie, I shall raise a glass to him later
Such a beautiful tribute to your Dad (or..so I’m assuming – based on the way in which you’ve tagged it). Truly special!
Thanks Marcie
It was the reading at his funeral. My Mum picked it up the last time they holidayed together. So it is fitting all round 
I third that.
Thanks
May your heart be joyful and at peace in your loving memories.
My heart is mostly joyful and I am about to embark on a project that will focus on that
“His Life Continues”
of course it does
(just don’t tell Dickie Dawkins)
Sometimes I can feel him in the room
Agreeing with JD.
Beautiful tribute.
Thank you