91. All the flowers of life must fall and wither away, Earthly joys slip through our hands into neglect one day, The stars that burn in heaven's light and mingle there, They too fall loose; all pride crumbles in a moment's glare.
92. Sorrow does not fade, pain does not diminish, Yet midst it all comes Death's approaching footfall, The father, stricken dumb with grief, torn apart by anguish, Lay down beside his son—and heard death's call.
93. A garland woven of a thousand tender memories—can it ever tear? Love could not save him, yet I love him still, and deeply care.
94. Memory hoarded—what treasure beyond measure! Death itself cannot erase it. For all the sorrow that loving him brought me, Not even death's embrace can wash it away.
95. When the Liberator stands at the very head, The blind then see, The deaf then hear, The mute can speak, The lame can walk, All is left behind in the rushing through the door.
96. Do not weep to see the tomb-stone's weight, Perhaps one sleeps there, worn and spent by fate. Even the innocent must suffer pain sometimes, Yet God himself, through death, grants them reprieve from crimes.
97. What word exists that water can erase? After the rain, some stars still glow In their place—brilliant as diamond's face.
98. All the tales of ages past—memory holds them fast, Time flows on, yet memory clings to memory, holding to the last.
99. How could I forget you? Forgetting has no place in my heart's desire. I shall keep you tenderly in mind, come what may, come what may transpire. Though you are hidden from my sight today, and others may let you go, How can my heart forget you? You are the very ground from which I grow.
100. When both eyes are veiled with tears, And sorrow bows the head, The Lord alone hears every cry, Watching from far away instead.
101. Death broke the chains of life asunder, And the soul received its freedom—a wonder.
102. I am God, God is I. Then why did He grant this gift in death's disguise?
103. Death comes, peace's wave arrives— Yet knowing this, does anyone wish to die?
104. I rest in truth, trusting Fate's decree, And feel my spirit's strength grow in adversity. The truest giving is to love without demand, To love with all your heart—yet not ask them to stay at hand.
105. You are gone today, departed to some distant shore, and silence slips into the noise as before. Rain comes drifting on the wind, the sun rises again; without you, I ask my life: how much farther must I go, and when?