- Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message 'He is Dead'. Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong. The stars are not wanted now; put out every one, Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun, Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood; For nothing now can ever come to any good.
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- ("In his book Life after Life, Raymond Moody tells about a woman who counseled with him after her son died from cancer. She was struggling with grief and missed her son terribly. Then Moody tells about an incredible call he received from her. He writes: 'A few days after her visit to my clinic, she awoke from a deep sleep... There standing in her room, was her son...")
- ("Richard Byrd spent the winter of 1934 at a weather station in Antarctica. The temperature ranged from -58 to -76 degrees. He was suffering from frostbite and carbon monoxide poisoning. In his book, Alone, he said, 'I had hardly the strength to move. I clung to the sleeping bag, which was the only source of comfort and warmth left. My chances of being rescued were slim and I was so weak I was unable to take care of myself. But I kept saying to myself, 'You must have faith, you must have faith..' and other illustrations)
- ("Twenty years ago Sister Therese was a counselor on the faculty of the international school that her community runs in Rome. There was a student named Carmen who was very dear to Sister Therese. Sometimes Carmen came to school with strange bruises and welts, and one day she confided to Therese that her stepfather was abusing her...")
- ("One time in 1987 I was high up in the mountains, in the Ixchel region of Guatemala, staying with a Wycliffe Bible translator and while we were talking one night, I noticed over his desk a framed photo from a newspaper. It was a picture of about twenty young children standing between a building on one side and a large pit on the other...")
- ("When I was a Jesuit novice, the novice master once decided that the novices should all go on a pilgrimage in the North of Spain. He had been reading about the life of St Ignatius and had gottento the part where St Ignatius went on a long pilgrimage in Northern Spain and achieved many deep and wonderful spiritual insights. So our novice master decided that what was good for Ignatius was good for us...")
- ("Every doctor always remembers the first patient who died under his care. For me, it was an elderly woman who came to hospital very sick with heat stroke and dehydration. Late in the evening of the day she died, I was driving along the road past the hospital. And I saw her husband, standing by the side of the road all alone, holding just a little plastic bag which, somehow I knew, contained the few little possessions his wife had left behind...")
- New York Port Authority Police Lt. Brian Tierney surveyed the pile of wreckage before him. What had been several hundred parked cars before the terror attack on the World Trade Center, was now mostly a pile of twisted metal. A few cars were not as badly damaged. One of the cars in particular was actually in very good shape. This was a car that was well sealed up. Realizing that anything in the trunk was probably going to be very clean, Lt. Tierney called the widow of the owner. When the widow arrived to collect the personal property from the car, the crew began to cut the car's sealed trunk open. While they were cutting the lid, she started telling them that September 11th was actually her birthday. She and her husband had planned to go out that evening to celebrate that event. Then the trunk of the car popped open. Sitting right on top of everything was a neatly wrapped package tied up in a bright purple ribbon, a large bow and a card on top - her husband's last birthday present to her...
- ("In her book A Man Called Peter, Catherine Marshall tells of the unexpected death of her husband, Peter Marshall, who was the Chaplain to the U.S. Senate. He had a heart attack in the middle of the night and was rushed to the hospital. As she prayed for his recovery, she says that she was enveloped by a boundless expression of the love of God and an indescribable peace..." and another illustration)