From somewhere I hear a voice. Not the voice of a man wearied by time and trouble, but the strong vibrant voice of a man with roads to travel, and hills to climb. It is the joyful voice of one whose life is just beginning.
Time has not broken him, it has made him strong.
His spirit sings of freedom and its echoes reach my soul
these words were sent to me when I needed comfort, when I missed someone who died, more than I could ever put into words...
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Those are truly beautiful words of wisdom. I was told the following few paragraphs from a famous poem when someone i loved dearly died;
helps me to see brighter days
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