I pass and I stay, like the Universe.
I watch my loved ones weep with sorrow, death's silent torment of no tomorrow. I feel their hearts breaking, I sense their despair, United in misery, the grief that they share. How do I show that, I am not gone... but the essence of life's everlasting song Why do they wee? Why do they cry? I'm alive in the wind and I am soaring high. I am sparkling light dancing on streams, a moment of warmth in the fays of sunbeams. The coolness of rain as it falls on your face, the whisper of leaves as wind rushes with haste. Eternal Song, a requiem by Avian of Celieria from Crown of Crystal Flame by C.L. Wilson
It's when we get old that we start thinking about our mortality.
Time is not measured by the passing of years but by what one does, what one feels, and what one achieves.
We have been conditioned to see the passing of time as an adversary.
The Bible, however, was not created to be amended and altered with each passing culture.
Praising the Lord and passing the ammunition are mutually exclusive ideas.
One of my favorite aspects of basketball is good passing.
Jack was out kissing babies while I was out passing bills. Someone had to tend the store.
There are examples of fraternal dictatorships, or one, anyway: the passing of power from Fidel to Raul Castro.
The charms of the passing woman are generally in direct proportion to the swiftness of her passing.
Gray skies are just clouds passing over.
Set your course by the stars, not by the lights of every passing ship.
The receivers are an integral part of the passing game.
All our words and acts are passing in review before God.
