I will love the light for it shows me the way, yet I will endure the darkness for it shows me the stars. — Og Mandino


Graveyards are for the living—
So are the stones, and the flowers,
and the manicured lawn

And the chirping birds,
and the tears left

And, let’s not forget
the butterflies who come to visit—
at one time caterpillars

— Abraham Menashe
© 2017