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Pauline Mary (Comeau) Gaudet
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Mon December 21, 2009
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Submitted by Rosemary Gaudet on Sun December 27, 2009
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A Reading at the Services for Pauline Marie Gaudet in my
stead, preferably by Roger 'Kip' Gaudet or Diane Gaudet.
A Mere Dream Dying Is
From the moment she had noticed the Light
She had reached a state of exultation
That, by her life, she had never experienced.
A deep joy had welled up inside her
And given her wings.
An irresistible will hand taken her up
And gave her sensations
Of falling into a fathomless abyss of Light.
Unimaginable must be her speed now,
And none the less, like to a dream, she followed
The spirals of a tunnel in slow motion,
Closer and closer to the source of the Light.
Hands seemed to caress her and from afar
Faint voices to call her; familiar faces
Appeared out of nothing and vanished again.
Now I am in Heaven!
Not a mere thought, rejoicing, this knowledge
Of truth pervaded the whole of her being.
A mighty choice set to; one voice
Of thousands of voices, one sound
Of a symphony of sounds
Swelled and faded and melted
Into one single voice, clear as a sapphire.
White shapes, in rows beyond eyeshot,
Spiraled around, imbued with a golden shine.
As if held by the finest of fillets,
They encircled her, like garlands, around her
And beyond, propelled by the same ecstatic urge
That had taken her here herself.
Laughing, they took her and pulled her along
In their rapturous speed,
Till on their glorious string a pearl she was,
And her Light became one with their splendour.
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