Christmas 1995
We can't know why the lily has so brief a time to bloom in the warmth of sunlight's kiss upon its face. Before it folds its fragrance in and bids the world good-night to rest its beauty in a gentler place. But we can know that nothing that is loved is ever lost, and not one who has ever touched a heart can really pass away, because some Beauty lingers on in each memory of which they've been a part.