Fitting poem

Thank you to Leslie Williams who sent this to me. It is so fitting though. God knows the big picture, sometimes I would just like a little peek!! How do we, who are left behind, deal with the loss? My mind knows all the reasons that I should be happy for our little Wesley, but their is my heart that still weeps.

Song of the River by William Randolph Hearst

The snow melts on the mountain
And the water runs down to the spring,
And the spring in a turbulent fountain,
With a song of youth to sing,
Runs down to the riotous river,
And the river flows to the sea,
And the water again
Goes back in rain
To the hills where it used to be.

And I wonder if life’s deep mystery
Isn’t much like the rain and the snow,
Returning through all eternity
To the places it used to know.
For life was born on the lofty heights
And flows in a laughing stream,
To the river below
Whose onward flow
Ends in a peaceful dream.

And so at last,
When our life has passed
And the river has run its course,
It again goes back,
O’er the self-same track,
To the mountain which was its source.
So why prize life
Or why fear death,
Or dread what is to be?
The river ran
Its allotted span
‘Til it reached the silent sea.
Then the water harked back
To the mountaintop
To begin its course once more.

So we shall run
The course begun
Till we reach the silent shore.
Then revisit earth
In a a pure rebirth
From the heart of the virgin snow.

So don’t ask why
We live or die,
Or whether, or when we go,
Or wonder about the mysteries
That only God may know.