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Johnathon
Jones, Jr.
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January 1,
1800 - January 1, 1863
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The
Blessing of Memory
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It is hard to sing of oneness when our world is not complete,
when those who once brought wholeness to our life have gone,
and naught but memory can fill the emptiness their passing
leaves behind.
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But memory can tell us only what we were, in company with
those we loved; it cannot help us find what each of us, alone,
must now become. Yet no one is really alone; those who
live no more, echo still within our thoughts and words, and
what they did is part of what we have become.
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We do best homage to our dead when we live our lives most
fully, even in the shadow of our loss. For each of our
lives is worth the life of the whole world; in each one is the
breath of the Ultimate One. In affirming the One, we
affirm the worth of each one whose life, now ended, brought us
closer to the Source of life, in whose unity no one is alone
and every life finds purpose. |
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