Believe...
that the sun may not always shine,
but the moon and stars never fail to make the sky so beautiful.

Believe...
that troubled waters run at very fast torrents,
but descends down as waterfalls majestically.


Believe...
that silence can pierce the most fragile of souls,
but lets us hear the voices of our very own hearts.

Believe...
that distance can make us feel like we're out of touch,
but gives us strength and endurance for the testing of our minds.


Believe...
that reality can be so unforgiving and unaccepting,
but can give you a feeling you can't find in your dreams.

Believe...
that we may not be meant for each other,
but we can always defy what fate has in store for us.


Believe in me as I believe in you.
 
by Mary Elizabeth Frye
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave bereft
I am not there. I have not left.


When I'm gonna pass away from this world, I would want this poem to be read at my funeral.