There Is No Death

There is a plan far greater than the plan you know;
There is a landscape broader than the one you see.
There is a haven where storm-tossed souls may go-
You call it death - we, immortality.
You call it death - this seeming endless sleep;
We call it birth - the soul at last set free.
'Tis hampered not by time or space - you weep.
Why weep at death? 'Tis immortality.

Farewell, dear voyageur -'twill not be long.
Your work is done - now may peace rest with thee.
Your kindly thoughts and deeds- they will live on.
This is not death -'tis immortality.

Farewell, dear voyageur - the river winds and turns;
The cadence of your song wafts near to me,
And now you know the thing that all men learn:
There is no death - there's immortality.

-Author Unknown
I read this poem at my Uncle Arthur Newton's funeral, and
several people asked for a copy, so here it is, Cyn