Peace, my heart, let the time for <br />the parting be sweet. <br />Let it not be a death but completeness. <br />Let love melt into memory and pain <br />into songs. <br />Let the flight through the sky end <br />in the folding of the wings over the <br />nest. <br />Let the last touch of your hands be <br />gentle like the flower of the night. <br />Stand still, O Beautiful End, for a <br />moment, and say your last words in <br />silence. <br />I bow to you and hold up my lamp <br />to light you on your way.<br /><br />Sir Rabindranath Tagore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-gardener-lxi-peace-my-heart-2/
