Hans' solo

Isn't it like a setting sun
which you think your eyes will
no longer see
yet that bright light suddenly finds
you, when it comes peeking
through the filtered leaves

Isn't love that way?
When you think you have lost its
brightness and wonder
until a startling smile or
swelling tear swaddles
something sweet, remembered

Love and light; the most worthy
presence for the living
candles extinguish and photos fade,
but these gifts can't be cremated
by the cold of ordinary,
thermic flames

I walked the world and held you
in every setting sun
We lived inside both joy and pain,
now I wait for you in each new rising- - -
Sweet Soul, although your flesh may be gone,
in grace, your burden of light remains

This light alone,
barring anything other,
is worthy to remember
For when the sun slips away
your love lights my way
always and forever

to have been touched by something, is to be one soul for ever

Heavenly

This drop is not the ocean's movement
nor is every note the symphony's genius
Each tear is not shed for just this sadness
whose injustice is not this particular madness

If in calling my name you leave behind
that which called on you to re-define;
You will be with me, as your soul heeds
if you choose not to call LIFE by life's sad deeds

So come LIVE among the sprouts of JOY
in that space between the wrong and right
the home of memory's eternal yearning
in the making of love's sweetness churning

in that place where I will always find you...
Ohhhh...I think they call this heaven

But the greatest of them all, is faith.

I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope,

for hope would be hope for the wrong thing.

And wait without love.  For love would be love,

of the wrong thing. 

Yet there is faith.

But the faith and the hope and the love, are all in the waiting.

And the darkness shall be the light

and the stillness the dancing. 

                                             T.S. Elliot