The following poem was read at the funeral for Linda and her daughter Whitney Michelle Berrigan. It was written by Billy B. Cooper:
THE GATE
I reach the gate, I open it and go
Inside, and then I close it after me,
As simple as that, The whole process is slow
And measured. I have reached eternity.
The gate swings on its hinges without sound
And closes quietly as I pass through
I find myself still on familiar ground,
I am surprised to find my fears are few,
If any; with the sun a bit more bright,
The pasture greener than whence I had come,
The sky more blue, the fleecy clouds more white,
And that is all; It is the total sum
Of any difference from here and there:
And I hear song and laughter everywhere.
(Published in the Saturday Evening Post)
THE GATE
I reach the gate, I open it and go
Inside, and then I close it after me,
As simple as that, The whole process is slow
And measured. I have reached eternity.
The gate swings on its hinges without sound
And closes quietly as I pass through
I find myself still on familiar ground,
I am surprised to find my fears are few,
If any; with the sun a bit more bright,
The pasture greener than whence I had come,
The sky more blue, the fleecy clouds more white,
And that is all; It is the total sum
Of any difference from here and there:
And I hear song and laughter everywhere.
(Published in the Saturday Evening Post)
The following poem was read at the funeral for Linda and her daughter Whitney Michelle Berrigan. It was written by Billy B. Cooper:
THE GATE
I reach the gate, I open it and go
Inside, and then I close it after me,
As simple as that, The whole process is slow
And measured. I have reached eternity.
The gate swings on its hinges without sound
And closes quietly as I pass through
I find myself still on familiar ground,
I am surprised to find my fears are few,
If any; with the sun a bit more bright,
The pasture greener than whence I had come,
The sky more blue, the fleecy clouds more white,
And that is all; It is the total sum
Of any difference from here and there:
And I hear song and laughter everywhere.
(Published in the Saturday Evening Post)
THE GATE
I reach the gate, I open it and go
Inside, and then I close it after me,
As simple as that, The whole process is slow
And measured. I have reached eternity.
The gate swings on its hinges without sound
And closes quietly as I pass through
I find myself still on familiar ground,
I am surprised to find my fears are few,
If any; with the sun a bit more bright,
The pasture greener than whence I had come,
The sky more blue, the fleecy clouds more white,
And that is all; It is the total sum
Of any difference from here and there:
And I hear song and laughter everywhere.
(Published in the Saturday Evening Post)
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