To know that life is a constant cycle of life, death, and rebirth

As the dark, cold morning gives way to light, And the world shows its face dazzling in her nakedness, So the twigs and leaf-bare branches, Bow to the passing dance Of old Jack Frost. His crystal breath on the earth, And the corners of houses weep icicles

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New Lyric – Down in the Garden

Death is a lifetime's inevitable climax. As a Pagan I believe that death is not the end, but a door that opens onto a new adventure. But nonetheless when someone we are close to passes through that veil our beliefs, although they can give us strength, cannot