December 27, 2012 - Miscellaneous

“We can’t know why the lily has so brief a time to bloom in the warmth of sunlight’s kiss upon its face,

Before it folds its fragrance in and bids the world good-night to rest its beauty in a gentler place.

But we can know that nothing that is loved is ever lost, and no one who has ever touched a heart can really pass away,

because some beauty lingers on in each memory of which they’ve been a part.”

                                                     –Emily Brenneman