I wish to talk to those who have lost their loved ones.

As I am writing about war, I wish to talk to those who have lost their loved ones in this war.

You who grieve for the untimely dead, have you not read that one day is as a thousand years and a thousand years as one day?

You must start on the basis of rebirth, whose other name is rhythm, and whose course is immortality. 

Immortality presupposes no beginning, and looks forward to no end. The spirit always was, and always will be. 

In the life of the spirit, one day is as a thousand years, and a thousand years are as one day.

Birth is the morning of a new day, and death is the evening of that day, and the period between lives is the period of sleeping and dreaming. Or you may turn it the other way and say that life is a dream and death the awakening to reality. But the rhythm is sure.

Falling asleep is a passing through the astral world, much as a soul passes through it after death.

You who grieve for the dead, remember that a lifetime is but a day to the immortal spirit. 

Often have you parted from a loved one for a day and felt no grief thereat. The loved one left home to perform a duty and you felt sure that the next day you would see him again. 

Can you not feel that, in the next day of the soul, the next lifetime (it is all the same in eternity), you will meet your loved one again?

Friends do not meet in every life unless they are very intimate. 

As you do not see one friend or another oftener than once a week, so, in the greater days of the soul, you may not meet all your friends every day. 

You part from one on Monday with a definite engagement to meet on Friday. 

Four days, four lifetimes, it is all the same in eternity.

But from some, you only part for a few hours, from noon to sunset, and meet again in the evening in the intimacy of home. 

Those who have left you now in the midday of life will perhaps come home to you at the sunset; which is only another way of saying that they may meet you at the end of this day of the soul, the end of this life, and be with you in the twilight period of the astral life and in the sweet dream of heaven beyond. Do not grieve. Love awaits for its own.

Some friends you may meet again two, four or seven lifetimes away; but those who are really your intimates, your lovers, your own, you will meet again at the sunset, or at the latest tomorrow, the next day of the soul on earth.

How will you prepare for the meeting? 

Will you not work cheerfully all day, knowing that at dusk, Love will come back to you? 

As the sunset approaches, will you not robe yourself in the white garmet of faith, the evening garment, and watch for Love at the window. 

Love will come.

Can you not, in anticipation, hear his footsteps on the gravel? 

Can you not hear the click of the lifted latch? 

Will you not go forward with a smile to greet Love? 

Surely, one day shall be as a thousand years and a thousand years as one day.

―The Judge [War Letters]