Be still and know that I AM … you.
A change in the phrase, but words that are true.

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Have you ever sat and wondered why
The ones you love, they have to die?
There is a season for all things.
And with each season, change it brings.

There must be room for new rebirth,
And so the spirit leaves this earth.
Gone from your sight, but not your heart.
Once thus connected, always part.

So death is not a final end.
Just a place in your path that takes a bend.

When comes the winter of this existence,
You’ll pass beyond with little resistance.
For in your heart you’ll know there’s more.
You merely step through the open door.