JOHNNSTEEL

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In Loving Memory Of JOHN N. STEEL (Jack) May 1, 1924 - September 29, 2006 The Song of the River The snow melts on the mountain And the water runs down to the spring, And the spring in a turbulent fountain, with a song of youth to sing, Runs down to the riotous river, And the river flows to the sea, And the water again goes back to rain to the hills where it used to be. And I wonder if life's deep mystery Isn't much like the rain and the snow Returning through all eternity to the places it used to know. For the life was born on the lofty heights And flows in a laughing stream, To the river below whose onward flow ends in a peaceful dream And so at last when our life has passed and the river has run it's course, It again goes back, o're the selfsame track, to the mountain which was its source. So why prize life or why fear death or dread what is to be? The river ran its allotted span til it reached the silent sea. Then the water harked back to the mountain-top To begin its course once more. So we shall run the course begun til we reach the silent shore. The revisit earth in a pure rebirth from the heart of the virgin snow So don't ask why we live or die, or whither, or when we go Or wonder about the mysteries that only God may know. Always and forever deeply missed, your loving wife Laura, children and grandchildren.

As published in Winnipeg Free Press on Dec 31, 1969