Selected Works from Steve Warila

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Selected Works from Steve Warilas Memorial
Life After Death Laura Gilpin written in
memory of a friend These things I know how the
living go on living and how the dead go on living
with them so that in a forest even a dead tree
casts a shadow and the leaves fall one by one and
the branches break in the wind and the bark peels
off slowly and the trunk cracks and the rain
seeps in through the cracks and the trunk falls
to the ground and the moss covers it and in the
spring the rabbits find it and build their
nest inside the dead tree so that nothing is
wasted in nature or in love. Teaching Your
Children" Adopted from Rabbi Earl Grollman and
David Wolpe A little boy once found a bird's
nest that contained speckled eggs near his home. 
Fascinated, he watched it for a long time until
he had to take a trip to the city.  Upon his
return, he rushed to the nest to see the eggs. 
He was shocked to find that the beautiful eggs
were broken.  All he saw were empty shells.  He
wept before his mother and cried, "These
beautiful eggs are spoiled and broken."  "No, my
son", she answered, "They're not spoiled.  All
you see is the empty shell.  The birds have
escaped from the eggs, and soon they will be
flying around the sky." Nature has a cycle. 
Like this egg, life changes and renews itself. 
The dead leaves of one season provide for the
tree to grow the new leaves of another.  All of
death recycles in a renewed path to life.  Those
who die live on in many ways.  They live on in
our hearts as we remember them.  One smart man
(Voltaire) once said, "God gives us memories so
that we may have roses in December."  Even when
the leaves have fallen, we can remember their
beauty." To remember Steve as a dad, as a coach,
as a friend, as a caring man is to recover the
beauty of his life and plant it into our own
lives.
"In the Rising of the Sun " Rabbi Roland
Gittelsohn In the rising of the sun and in its
going down, we remember them. In the blowing of
the wind and in the chill of winter, we remember
them. In the opening of buds and in the rebirth
of spring, we remember them. In the blueness of
the sky and in the warmth of summer, we remember
them. In the rustling of leaves and in the beauty
of autumn, we remember them. In the beginning of
the year and when it ends, we remember them. When
we are weary and in need of strength, we remember
them. When we are lost and sick at heart, we
remember them. So long as we live, they too shall
live, for they are now a part of us, as we
remember them. The Diamond in the March
Snow (Demanten på marssnön) Sibelius There on
the driven snowglitters a diamond so
bright.Never was there a tear, a pearl,that
sparkled more brilliantly.Out of a secret
longingshe shines with heavenly radianceshe
gazes at the sun,where it rises in its
beauty.At the foot of its beamsshe stands,
adoring,and kisses it in deep loveand melts
into a teardrop.Oh beautiful fate, to lovethe
highest that life has to offer,to sparkle in its
sunshineand die when it smiles most beautifully.