Jessica Scott gives a poem of ending and going on.
Now I lay me down to sleep.
For my bones, do not weep.
I do not lay here wanting grief;
In my rest I’ve found relief.
No more worrying over day to day affairs;
No more crying over unhappy cares.
In the earth I now have peace;
In the quiet all has ceased.
All my sorrows are washed away;
No more suffering, no more dismay.
Weep not, I say, for what is gone
Look to others, look to your own.
Care for those who continue to struggle,
Care for those who cannot juggle
The mind’s chess game with them as pawn.
Weep for the living, those who walk alone.
Turn your eyes and hands to them,
Let your love be their stem.
For it may be their life was spared
Because of you and those who cared
To see the pain behind their tears,
Who understood and calmed their fears.
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