Timothy Salter

“Mountains clothed in snowRobed in white against blue skiesMirrored in the lake.”

“To them, eternal life beginsAnd God Himself shall wipe away all tears.”

“Ere long this golden light shall pass and fadeExcept all cherish'd mem'ries ye have made.”

“O Weep No More ForMe When I Am Gone!”

“Enjoy TheSound Of Silence.”