I looked into my mothers eyes in passing, Then I took a second look, My grandmother was looking at me through those eyes, She was smiling, I smiled back, Precious eyes, Windows for my ancestors.
I looked into my mothers eyes in passing, Then I took a second look, My grandmother was looking at me through those eyes, She was smiling, I smiled back, Precious eyes, Windows for my ancestors.
“… Death reveals the utter vanity of all our misplaced worship and all our feebly invested hopes …” (Douglas Kaine McKelvey – Every Moment Holy II: Volume II: Death, Grief, and Hope) What is death If not a a doorway to the afterlife To that life we long for yet are hesitant to enter into...