Geri Macchione Williams
October 20, 1950 ~ January 31, 2010
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Dearest Loving Lord...

You are from whence we all came...
Wrap Your love around our hearts ~
For we will never be the same.

Our dear loved one has left us..
and to You they have returned...
Back to You they come...
For this life's lessons they have learned.

Dearest Geri

We all miss you now you're gone...
And sometimes we still weep ~
Yet we know you're always with us..
You visit when we sleep.

You are not gone forever...
For one day you'll return ~
This life was a mere blink...
In the path of your sojourn.

We will all meet again one day..
As our paths will surely cross ~
Through out time we'll be together...
But still we feel this loss.

Our minds cannot absorb...
What in our hearts we know ~
Life is but a cycle...
And it was time for you to go.

~ Linda
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Lay down,
your sweet and weary head.
Night is falling.
You have come to journey’s end.

Sleep now, and dream
of the ones who came before.
They are calling,
from across a distant shore.

Why do you weep?
What are these tears upon your face?
Soon you will see.
All of your fears will pass away.
Safe in my arms,
you’re only sleeping.

What can you see,
on the horizon?
Why do the white gulls call?
Across the sea,
a pale moon rises.
The ships have come,
to carry you home.

And all will turn,
to silver glass.
A light on the water.
All souls pass.

Hope fades,
Into the world of night.
Through shadows falling,
Out of memory and time.

Don’t say,
We have come now to the end.
White shores are calling.
You and I will meet again.
And you’ll be here in my arms,
Just sleeping.

What can you see,
on the horizon?
Why do the white gulls call?
Across the sea,
a pale moon rises.
The ships have come,
to carry you home.

And all will turn,
to silver glass.
A light on the water.
Grey ships pass
Into the West.
Into The West by Anne Lennox
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