We have been speaking over the last several weeks of how it is we hold transitions of those we love dear.  Recently, (on an unrelated subject) I happened to be researching in New Church Life and found the inclusion of this remarkable poem from 1900, entitled "Interlude".  

With hope that you are comforted by its sentiments in this tender time.

Love and Peace,

Ethan

INTERLUDE

Each day is so full of you, dear one,
That I cannot realize
You are gone from this world of turmoil
To the peace of paradise.
For, ever, from morn till the nightfall,
Some hint of your presence I know -
Some gleam of a vanishing vision
Half caught in the sunset glow.

Each day is so full of you, dear one,
That I call this a blessed time -
An interlude, full of its sweetness,
Illumined by many a sign
That those who have passed through death's portals
Are still very near to us here -
That spirit to spirit responsive
Makes all the great meanings grow clear.

Each day is so full of you, dear one,
That I walk in a blissful surprise,
Finding thus every thought so companioned;
And my prayers for high purposes rise
To plead for divine benediction -
For energy, courage and power,
To live the high life of the spirit,
To stamp with fulfilment each hour.

Each day is so full of you, dear one,
That I cannot know grief or regret

In this interlude - full of its beauty,
Its promise, its solace, - and yet,
My supreme consolation
Is a dream that will some day come true,
That lends all its cheer to the present -
The dream of reunion with you.
LILLIAN WHITING