In desperate hope I go and search for her in all the
corners of my room; I find her not.
My house is small and what once has gone from it
can never be regained.
But infinite is thy mansion, my lord, and seeking her
I have come to thy door
I stand under under the golden canopy of thine evening sky
and I lift my eager eye to thy face.
I have come to the brink of eternity from which
nothing can vanish - no hope, no happiness, no vision
of a face seen through tears.
Oh, dip my emptied life into that ocean, plunge it
into the deepest fullness. Let me for once feel that lost
sweet touch in the allness of the universe.
(op cit) ON DEATH AND DYING
Elizabeth Kübler-Ross M.D.