… if I give all my possessions to feed the poor, and if I surrender my body to be burned, but do not have love, it profits me nothing.
Love is patient, love is kind and is not jealous; love does not brag and is not arrogant, does not act unbecomingly; it does not seek its own, is not provoked, does not take into account a wrong suffered, does not rejoice in unrighteousness, but rejoices with the truth; bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
Love never fails; but if there are gifts of prophecy, they will be done away; if there are tongues, they will cease; if there is knowledge, it will be done away.
But now faith, hope, love, abide these three; but the greatest of these is love.”
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal,
love leaves a memory no one can steal.
But a blue butterfly waits upon my flowers and waits for me,
as if to say hello.
I have not forgotten you nor you i,
so in this moment linger…
for as long as you remember
i shall wait.
… First stanza from a headstone in Ireland
… Second stanza by Della Ewald