“Death is but a transition ….” Elizabeth Kubler-Ross
When I Think Of Them When I think of them, and I often do, that great cloud of saints, I wonder, sometimes aloud, what it might be like in that mystery of the great transition. I like to think they are smiling as they look on amused by our flail at life, our constant stab in the dark, a reminder of their own incomplete efforts to perfect life. Copyright 2023 ©️Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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Wonderful reflection
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Much appreciated – thank you 🙂
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Love this imaginative trip into the beyond
Quite comforting actually. 😇🙏
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Thank you very much Pat, yes, I felt comforted by the thought as it came to me too, so I thought I’d share it 🙂
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I love your imagination. I can totally relate and think the same about those who transitioned. Beautiful post
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Thank you very much indeed 🙂
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Many thanks Michael 🙂
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Perhaps, in death, the living are more innocent than we perceive them to be while we’re living.
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I like that thought Astrid, thank you for sharing.
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