Sample poetry and readings

Julie Wilson

Independent Celebrant

 

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Sample poetry and readings

 

A selection of poems and readings used at funerals, including religious works.

Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep

 

Do not stand at my grave and weep,

I am not there,

I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow,

I am the diamond's glint on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain,

I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush,

I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight,

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,

I am not there,

I did not die.

Mary Elizabeth Frye

 

 

Death is nothing at all

 

Death is nothing at all ... I have only slipped away into the next room. I am I and you are you. Whatever we were to each other that we are still. Call me by my old familiar name.

Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.

Put no difference in your tone; wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together.

Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.

Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.

Let it be spoken without effort, without the ghost of a shadow on it.

Life means all that it ever meant.

It is the same as it ever was; there is absolutely unbroken continuity.

Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?

I am waiting for you for an interval, Somewhere very near, just around the corner.

All is well.

 

Canon Henry Scott Holland

 

 

If I should go before the rest of you

 

If I should go before the rest of you

Break not a flower nor inscribe a stone

Nor when I’m gone speak in a Sunday voice

But be the usual selves that I have known

Weep if you must, parting is hell.

But life goes on

So sing as well.

 

Joyce Grenfell

 

 

There Is No Death

 

There is no death.

The dust we tread shall change between the showers

To golden grain or rainbow tinted flowers.

And ever near us though unseen,

The Immortal spirits tread

Through all the boundless universe in life

There are no dead.

 

A. Perry

 

 

Remember

 

Remember me when I am gone away,

Gone away into the silent land

When you can no more hold me by the hand

Nor I half turn to go, yet turning stay

Remember me when no more day by day

You tell me of our future that you planned

Only remember me, you understand

It will be late to counsel then or pray

Yet if you should forget me for a while

And afterwards remember, do not grieve

For if the darkness and corruption leave

A vestige of the thoughts that once I had

Better by far that you should forget and smile

Than that you should remember and be sad.

 

Christina Rossetti

 

Miss me but let me go

 

When I come to the end of the road

And the sun has set on me,

I want no rites in a gloom filled room,

Why cry for a soul set free.

Miss me a little … but not too long,

And not with your head bowed low,

Remember the love that we once shared,

Miss me, but let me go.

For this is a journey that we all must take,

And each must go alone

It’s all a part of the Master's plan,

A step on the road to home.

When you are lonely and sad of heart,

Go to the friends we know,

And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds

Miss me … but let me go.

 

Robyn Rancman

 

 

Funeral Blues

 

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone.

Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone. Silence the pianos and with muffled drum,

Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let the airplane circle, mourning overhead,

Scribbling in the sky, ‘he is dead’.

 

Put crepe bows round the necks of the public doves; Let traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

 

He was my north, my south, my east and west;

My working week, my Sunday best;

My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song.

I thought that love would last forever ... I was wrong.

 

The stars are now wanted now, put out every one. Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun.

Put away the ocean and sweep up the wood,

For nothing now can ever come to any good.

 

W.H. Auden

 

 

Farewell

 

I'm sorry I had to go,

I really wanted to stay

But God sent down the Angels

To summon me away.

 

They said: "There's a job

That only you can do,

But you need to be with us

To really see it through."

 

I'm sorry there wasn't time

For me to say goodbye,

But some day in the future

You'll know the reason why.

 

Just remember that I love you

More than words can ever say,

And I'll be watching over you,

Just a loving thought away.

 

Carol Pool

 

 

After Glow

 

I would like the memory of me

To be a happy one. I’d like to leave an after glow

Of smiles when life is done.

 

I’d like to leave an echo

Whispering softly down the ways,

Of happy times and laughing

And bright and sunny days.

I’d like the tears of those who grieve,

To dry before the sun

Of happy memories that I leave when life is done.

 

Anon

 

 

Special Memories

 

‘I’ll feel no guilt in laughter, you know how much I cared,

I’ll feel no sorrow in a smile that your not here to share.

I’d probably grieve forever but you would not want me to,

You’d hope that I could carry on the way I always do.

So I’ll talk about the good times, and the ways you showed you cared,

The days we spent together, all the things we shared.

I’ll let memories surround me, a word someone may say -

Will suddenly re-capture a time, an hour, a day, That brings you back so clearly as though you were still here,

And fill me with the feelings that you are always near.

For if I keep those memories, we will never be apart,

And you will live forever, locked safe within my heart.’

 

Anon

 

 

God only takes The Best

 

God saw you getting tired,

And a cure was not to be,

So He put His arms around you

And whispered “Come to me”.

With tearful eyes we watched you,

And saw you pass away.

Although we loved you dearly,

We could not make you stay.

A Golden Heart stopped beating,

Hard working hands to rest,

God broke our hearts to prove to us,

He only takes the best.

 

Frances and Kathleen Coelho

 

 

When tomorrow starts without me

 

When tomorrow starts without me and I am not there to see,

If the sun should rise and find your eyes are filled with tears for me,

I wish so much you wouldn’t cry, the way you did today,

While thinking of the many things we didn’t get to say.

 

I know how much you loved me, as much as I loved you,

And each time you think of me I know you’ll miss me too,

But, when tomorrow starts without me, please try to understand,

That angel came and called my name and took me by the hand.

 

When tomorrow starts without me, don’t think we’re far apart,

For every time you think of me, I’m right there in your heart.

 

David Romano

 

 

When I must leave you

When I must leave you

For a little while.

Please do not grieve

And shed wild tears,

And hug your sorrow

To you through the years.

But start out bravely

With a gallant smile;

And for my sake and in my name

Live on and do all things the same.

Feed not your loneliness

On empty days,

But fill each waking hour in

Useful ways,

Reach out your hand In comfort and in cheer

And I in turn will comfort you

And hold you near;

And never, never be afraid to die,

For I am waiting

For you in the sky.

 

Helen Steiner Rice

 

 

Ever close in mind and heart

 

No further away than a picture,

A smile or remembered phrase,

Our loved ones live on in memory

So close in so many ways.

For how often does a sunset

Bring nostalgic thoughts to mind

Of moments that our loved ones shared

In days now left behind!

How often has a flower

Or a crystal autumn sky

Brought golden recollections

Of happy days gone by!

Yes, memory has a magic way

Of keeping loved ones near.

Ever close in mind and heart

Are the ones we hold most dear.

 

Anon

 

 

A Silent Tear

 

Just close your eyes and you will see

All the memories that you have of me

Just sit and relax and you will find I'm really still there inside your mind

Don’t cry for me now I'm gone

For I am in the land of song

There is no pain, there is no fear

So dry away that silent tear

Don’t think of me in the dark and cold

For here I am, no longer old

I'm in that place that’s filled with love

Known to you all, as "UP ABOVE".

 

Anon

 

 

Remember Only My Best

 

When I come to the end of my journey

And I travel my last weary mile,

Just forget if you can any frowns –

And remember only my smile.

 

Forget any dark words spoken,

But remember the good I have done.

Forget that there ever was heartache,

Just remember the laughter and fun.

 

Forget that I stumbled and blundered

And sometimes fell by the way;

Remember – I fought some hard battles,

And won some, by close of the day.

 

So do not grieve for my going,

And don’t be sad for a day,

But in Summer just gather some flowers

And come to the place where I lay,

 

And then in the shade of the evening,

When the sun paints the sky in the west;

Stand for a moment beside me –

And remember only my best.

 

Lyman Hancock

 

 

The life that I have

 

The life that I have

Is all that I have

And the life that I have

Is yours

The love that I have

Of the life that I have

Is yours and yours and yours.

A sleep I shall have

A rest I shall have

Yet death will be but a pause

For the peace of my years

In the long green grass

Will be yours and yours and yours.

 

Leo Marks

 

 

But not forgotten

 

I think no matter where you stray,

That I shall go with you a way.

Though you may wander sweeter lands

You will not forget my hands,

Nor yet the way I held my head

Nor the tremulous things I said.

You will still see me, small and white

And smiling, in the secret night,

And feel my arms about you when

The day comes fluttering back again.

I think, no matter where you be,

You’ll hold me in your memory

And keep my image there without me,

By telling later loves about me.

 

Dorothy Parker

 

 

Loss of

 

Loss it seems is the worst kind of sorrow

Loss of dreams, the dreams of tomorrow

 

Loss of the moments you two should have shared

Loss of opportunities to show her you cared

 

Loss of the memories you both could have created

Loss of the romance once intense as you dated

 

Loss of a kiss, caress, or embrace

Loss of that special feeling no one else can replace

 

Loss of a look, the twinkle in her eye

Loss of the touch as you pass each other by

 

Loss of a future, from a past of regret

Loss of a last chance, how many do you get

 

Loss of a promise you never meant to break

Loss of two hearts that forever will ache

 

Michael Ernst

 

 

Look for me in Rainbows

 

Time for me to go now, I won't say goodbye;

Look for me in rainbows, way up in the sky.

In the morning sunrise when all the world is new,

Just look for me and love me, as you know I loved you.

 

Time for me to leave you, I won't say goodbye;

Look for me in rainbows, high up in the sky.

In the evening sunset, when all the world is through,

Just look for me and love me, and I'll be close to you.

 

It won't be forever, the day will come and then

My loving arms will hold you, when we meet again.

 

Time for us to part now, we won't say goodbye;

Look for me in rainbows, shining in the sky.

Every waking moment, and all your whole life through

Just look for me and love me, as you know I loved you.

 

Just wish me to be near you,

And I'll be there with you.

 

Music and lyrics: Conn Bernard (1990). Vicki Brown

 

 

Turn Again To Life

 

If I should die and leave you here a while,

be not like others sore undone,

who keep long vigil by the silent dust.

For my sake turn again to life and smile,

nerving thy heart and trembling hand to do

something to comfort other hearts than thine.

Complete these dear unfinished tasks of mine

and I perchance may therein comfort you.

 

Mary Lee Hall

 

 

Don’t Cry for me

 

Don't cry for me now I have died, for I'm still here I'm by your side,

My body's gone but my soul's is here, please don't shed another tear,

I am still here I'm all around, only my body lies in the ground.

I am the snowflake that kisses your nose,

I am the frost, that nips your toes.

I am the sun ,bringing you light,

I am the star, shining so bright.

I am the rain, refreshing the earth,

I am the laughter, I am the mirth.

I am the bird, up in the sky,

I am the cloud, that's drifting by.

I am the thoughts, inside your head,

While I'm still there, I can't be dead.

 

Anon

 

 

When We Arnt Together

 

If ever there is tomorrow when we're not together.

there is something you must always remember.

You are braver than you believe,

stronger than you seem,

and smarter than you think.

but the most important thing is,

even if we're apart.. I'll always be with you."

 

Winnie the Pooh (A.A. Milne)

 

 

The Day God Took You Home

 

In tears we saw you sinking,

And watched you pass away.

Our hearts were almost broken,

We wanted you to stay.

But when we saw you sleeping,

So peaceful, free from pain,

How could we wish you back with us,

To suffer that again. It broke our hearts to

lose you, But you did not go alone,

For part of us went with you,

The day God took you home.

 

Anon

 

 

His Journey's Just Begun

 

Don't think of him as gone away

his journey's just begun,

life holds so many facets

this earth is only one.

 

Just think of him as resting

from the sorrows and the tears

in a place of warmth and comfort

where there are no days and years.

 

Think how he must be wishing

that we could know today

how nothing but our sadness

can really pass away.

 

And think of him as living

in the hearts of those he touched...

for nothing loved is ever lost

and he was loved so much.

 

E. Brenneman

 

 

When I am dead

 

When I am dead

Cry for me a little

Think of me sometimes

But not too much.

Think of me now and again

As I was in life

At some moments it's pleasant to recall

But not for long.

Leave me in peace

And I shall leave you in peace

And while you live

Let your thoughts be with the living.

 

Anon

 

 

The Final Journey

 

.... and I will go away.

And the birds will stay, singing

And my garden will stay

With its green tree

And white water well.

And every afternoon the sky will be blue and peaceful

And the pealing of bells will be like this afternoon’s

Peal of the bell of the high campanile.

They will die, all those who loved me

And every year the town will be revived, again

And in my circle of green white-limed flowering garden

My spirit will dwell nostalgic from tree to well.

And I will go away

And I will be lonely without my home

And without my tree with its green foliage

Without my white water well

Without the blue peaceful sky

And the birds will stay

Singing

 

Juan Ramón Jiménez

 

 

A Letter from Heaven

 

To my dearest family, some things I'd like to say.

But first of all to let you know that i arrived o.k.

I'm writing this from heaven, here I dwell with God above.

Please do not be unhappy just because I'm out of sight.

Remember that I'm with you every morning, noon, and night.

That day I had to leave you when my life on earth was through,

God picked me up and hugged me and he said, ‘I welcome you.

It's good to have you back again, you were missed while you were gone,

As for your dearest family, they'll be there later on.

 

I need you here so badly, you're part of my big plan

'There's so much that we have to do to help our mortal man.’

God gave me a list of things that he wished for me to do,

And foremost on the list was to watch and care for you.

 

I will be beside you everyday and week and year,

And when you're sad, I'm standing there to wipe away each tear. And when you lie in bed at night, the day's chores put to flight,

God and I are closest to you in the middle of the night.

 

When you think of my life on earth and all those loving years, Because you're only human, they are bound to bring you tears.

But do not be afraid to cry - it does relieve the pain.

Remember there would be no flowers unless there was some rain.

 

I wish that I could tell you all what God has planned,

But if were to tell you, you wouldn't understand.

But one thing is for certain, though my life on earth is o'er,

I am closer to you now than I ever was before.

 

And to my many friends, trust God knows what is best,

I am still not very far away from you, I'm just beyond the crest.

There are many rocky roads ahead of you and many hills to climb.

But together we can do it by taking one day at a time.

 

It was always my philosophy and I'd like it for yours too

That as you give unto the world, so the world will give to you.

If you can help somebody who's in sorrow or in pain,

Then you can say to god at night, my day was not in vain.

 

And now I am contented that my life it was worthwhile,

Knowing as I passed along the way, I made somebody smile.

So if you meet somebody who is down and feeling low,

Just lend a hand to pick him up as on your way you go.

 

When you are walking on the street and you've got me on your mind,

I'm walking in your footsteps only half a step behind.

And when you feel that gentle breeze or the wind upon your face,

That's me giving you great big hug or just a soft embrace.

 

And when its time for you to go from that body to be free,

Remember you're not going, you are coming here to me.

And I will always love you from the land way up above,

We'll be in touch again soon, P.S. God sends his love.

 

Ann Mahaffey

 

 

You can shed tears that he is gone,

Or you can smile because he has lived.

You can close your eyes and pray that he’ll come back,

Or you can open your eyes and see all he’s left.

Your heart can be empty because you can’t see him,

Or you can be full of the love you have shared.

You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday,

Or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.

You can remember him and only that he’s gone,

Or you can cherish his memory and let it live on.

You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back,

Or you can do what he’d want: smile, open your eyes, love and go on.

 

Or

 

You can shed tears that she is gone,

Or you can smile because she has lived.

You can close your eyes and pray that she’ll come back,

Or you can open your eyes and see all she’s left.

Your heart can be empty because you can’t see her,

Or you can be full of the love you have shared.

You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday,

Or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.

You can remember her and only that she’s gone,

Or you can cherish her memory and let it live on.

You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back,

Or you can do what she’d want: smile, open your eyes, love and go on.

 

David Harkins

 

 

We see but dimly

 

We see but dimly through the mists and vapors;

Amid these earthly damps

What seem to us but sad, funeral tapers

May be Heaven's distant lamps.

 

Longfellow

 

 

The Measure of a Man

 

Not, how did he die, but how did he live?

Not, what did he gain, but what did he give

These are the units to measure the worth

Of a man as a man regardless of birth.

Not what was his church, not what was his creed,

But had he befriended those really in need?

Was he ever ready, with a word of good cheer,

To bring back a smile, to banish a tear?

Not what did the bit in the newspaper say,

But how many were sorry when he passed away?

 

Anon

 

 

We must not weep at an end

 

We must not weep at an end

For there is no end

We are not what we were

We cannot lose what we have gained

We have met, we have touched each other with smiles

Exchanged unknown emotions

We have embraced without shame

We have met for a reason

A brief interlude in time And so we part, the purpose done....

 

David Burrows

 

 

The Unknown Shore

 

Sometime at Eve when the tide is low

I shall slip my moorings and sail away

With no response to a friendly hail

In the silent hush of the twilight pale

When the night stoops down to embrace the day

And the voices call in the water's flow.

Sometime at Eve when the water is low

I shall slip my moorings and sail away.

Through purple shadows

That darkly trail o'er the ebbing tide

And the Unknown Sea,

And a ripple of waters' to tell the tale

Of a lonely voyager sailing away

To mystic isles Where at anchor lay

The craft of those who had sailed before

O'er the Unknown Sea To the Unknown Shore

 

A few who watched me sail away

Will miss my craft from the busy bay

Some friendly barques were anchored near

Some loving souls my heart held dear

In silent sorrow will drop a tear

But I shall have peacefully furled my sail

In mooring sheltered from the storm and gale

And greeted friends who had sailed before

O'er the Unknown Sea To the Unknown Shore

 

Elizabeth Clark Hardy

 

 

Farewell my friends

 

Farewell my friends

It was beautiful

As long as it lasted

The journey of my life.

 

I have no regrets

Whatsoever save

The pain I’ll leave behind.

Those dear hearts

Who love and care

And the heavy with sleep

Ever moist eyes

The smile in spite of a

Lump in the throat

And the strings pulling

At the heart and soul.

 

The strong arms

That held me up

When my own strength

Let me down

Each morsel that I was

Fed with was full of love.

At every turning of my life I came across

Good friends

Friends who stood by me

Even when the time raced me by.

Farewell Farewell My friends.

I smile and

Bid you goodbye

No, shed no tears

For I need them not

All I need is your smile

If you feel sad

Do think of me

For that’s what I’ll like

When you live in the hearts

Of those you love

Remember then… You never die.

 

Gitanjali

 

 

I am there

 

Look for me when the tide is high

And the gulls are wheeling overhead

When the autumn wind sweeps the cloudy sky

And one by one the leaves are shed

Look for me when the trees are bare

And the stars are bright in the frosty sky

When the morning mist hangs on the air

And shorter darker days pass by.

 

I am there, where the river flows

And salmon leap to a silver moon

Where the insects hum and the tall grass grows

And sunlight warms the afternoon

I am there in the busy street

I take you hand in the city square

In the market place where the people meet

In your quiet room – I am there

 

I am the love you cannot see

And all I ask is – look for me.

 

Iris Hesselden

 

 

 

In the rising of the sun

And in its going down

We remember him (her)

In the blowing of the wind

And in the chill of winter

We remember him

 

In the opening of buds

And in the warmth of summer

We remember him

 

In the rustling of leaves

And in the beauty of the autumn

We remember him

 

In the beginning of the year

And when it ends

We remember him.

 

Traditional Jewish Prayerbook remembrance

 

 

This Heritage

 

She is not dead,

She who leaves us this great heritage of remembered joy.

She still lives in our hearts,

In the happiness we knew, in the dreams we shared.

She still breathes,

In the lingering fragrance windblown, from her favourite flowers.

She still smiles,

In the moonlight's silver

And laughs in the sunlight’s gold.

She still speaks,

In the echoes of words we’ve heard her say again and again.

She still moves, in the rhythm of waving grasses,

And in the dance of the tossing branches.

She is not dead:

Her memory is warm in our hearts,

Comfort in our sorrow.

She is not apart from us, but a part of us.

For love is eternal

And those we love shall be with us

Throughout all eternity.

 

Anon

 

 

One at Rest

 

Think of me as one at rest,

For me you should not weep,

I have no pain, no troubled thoughts,

For I am just asleep.

The living, thinking me that was,

Is now forever still.

And life goes on without me

As time forever will.

If your heart is heavy now

Because I’ve gone away,

Dwell not long upon it, friend

For none of us can stay.

Those of you who liked me I sincerely thank you all,

And those of you who loved me,

I thank you most of all

The answer to life’s riddle

In life I never knew

I go with hope that now I will,

And even so will you.

Oh Foolish, foolish me that was,

I who was once small,

To have wondered, even worried,

At the mystery of it all.

And in my fleeting lifespan

As time went rushing by,

I found some time to hesitate,

To laugh, to love, to cry.

Matters it now if time began.

Or if time will ever cease?

I was here, and I used it all

And now I am at peace.

Anon

 

 

When I am dead my dearest

 

When I am dead my dearest

Sing no sad songs for me

Plant thou no roses at my head

Nor shady cypress tree

Be the green grass above me

With showers and dewdrops wet

And if thou wilt, remember

And if thou wilt, forget.

I shall not see the shadows

I shall not feel the rain

I shall not hear the nightingale

Sing on, as if in pain

And dreaming through the twilight

That doth not rise nor set

Haply I may remember

And haply may forget

 

Christina Rossetti

 

 

The Rose Beyond The Wall

 

A rose once grew where all could see,

Sheltered beside a garden wall,

And, as the days passed swiftly by,

It spread its branches, straight and tall....

One day, a beam of light shone through

A crevice that had opened wide ~

The rose bent gently toward its warmth

Then passed beyond to the other side...

Now, you who deeply feel its loss,

Be comforted ~ the rose blooms there ~

Its beauty even greater now,

Nurtured by God's own loving care.

 

A L Frink

 

 

I’m Free

 

Don’t grieve for me, for now I’m free

I’m following the path God has laid you see.

I took his hand when I heard him call

I turned my back and left it all.

 

I could not stay another day

To laugh, to love, to work to play.

Tasks left undone must stay that way

I found peace at the close of day.

 

If my parting has left a void

Then fill it up with remembered joy.

A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss

Oh yes, these things I too will miss.

 

Be not burdened with times of sorrow

I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow.

My life’s been full, I savoured much

Good friends, good times, a loved one’s touch.

 

Perhaps my time seemed all too brief

Don’t lengthen it now with undue grief.

Lift up your hearts and peace to thee

God wanted me now; He set me free.

 

Anon

 

 

The Final Journey

 

Well it’s sure been a bit of a week,

But don’t sit there with that tear on your cheek,

As while you’ve been crying, since you heard of me dying

For me things have never been bleak.

 

So I wrote you this rhyme to tell of my time

At the Undertakers since I’ve been dead,

I’ve had so much fun, even has my hair done,

And I slept in a nice wooden bed.

 

They looked after me awfully well

Washed, and dressed me, and ‘boy’ I looked swell

Though I felt a bit silly, cos their gowns were quite frilly

But they covered my modesty well.

 

Then they fastened my box, with a lid and some locks

On the top was a shiny gold plaque.

Then they lifted each side, for my final ride

In the hearse with the smart men in black.

 

In procession we rode, to my final abode,

In a sparkly black limousine car

The journey was slow, although not far to go,

And I felt like a real superstar.

 

When we got to the Chapel, I listened with glee

Of all the great stories they all told of me.

So please don’t be sad now my journey is done,

But remember my humour, my laughter and fun.

Anon

 

 

Growing Old

Lord, Thou knowest better than I know myself that I am growing old, and will someday

Be old.

Keep me from the fatal habit of thinking I must say something on every subject, and on

Every occasion.

Release me from craving to straighten out everybody’s affairs;

Make me thoughtful, but not moody, helpful but not bossy.

With my vast store of wisdom, it seems a pity not to use it all -

But thou knowest lord that I still want a few friends at the end!

Keep my mind free from the recital of endless detail - give me wings to get to the point.

Seal my lips on aches and pains; -

They are increasing, and love of rehearsing them is becoming sweeter as the years go by.

I dare not ask for grace enough to enjoy the tales of others’ pains, but help me to endure them with patience.

I dare not ask for improved memory, but for growing humility and a lessening

Cocksureness when my memory seems to clash with the memories of others.

Teach me that glorious lesson that occasionally I may be mistaken. Keep me reasonably sweet.

I want to be a saint, but not one who is hard to live with - for a sour old person is one of

Crowning works of the Devil.

Give me the ability to see good things in unexpected places, and talents in unexpected

People, and please give me the grace to tell them so!!

 

Margot Benary-Isbert

 

 

‘To those I love and those who love me’

 

When I am gone, release me, let me go

I have so many things to see and do

You mustn’t tie yourself to me with tears

Be thankful for our many beautiful years.

I gave you my love.You can only guess

How much you gave me happiness

I thank you for your love you each have shown

But now it’s time for me to travel on alone.

 

So grieve a while for me, if grieve you must

Then let your grief be comforted by trust

It’s only for a time that we must part

So bless the memories within your heart.

I won’t be far away, for life goes on

So if you need me, call and I will come

Though you cannot see or touch me, I’ll be near

And if you listen with your heart you’ll hear

All my love around you, soft and dear.

 

And then when you must come this way alone

I’ll greet you with a smile and say

’Welcome Home’.

 

Kendra Tyler

 

 

“How Do You Live Your Dash?”

 

I read of a man who stood to speak,

At the funeral of a friend.

He referred to the dates on her coffin,

From the beginning.... to the end.

He noted that first came her date of birth

And spoke the following date with tears,

But he said what mattered most of all

Was the dash between those years.

For that dash represents all the time

That she spent alive on earth...

And now only those who loved her

Know what that little line is worth.

 

For it matters not, how much we own;

The cars... the house....the cash,

What matters is how we live and love

And how we spend our dash.

 

Linda Ellis

 

 

The Traveller

 

A traveller set out one day to see the world of life,

He knew along the way there may be moments full of strife.

But he was young and full of dreams, and oh, so very strong

He doubted there was much that really could go wrong.

 

His car was new, all bright and shining,

Engine perfect, seats all clean with leather lining,

Oil and water, fuel and tyres, they were all just right

And in the blue sky up above, the sun was shining bright.

 

So off he drove, his heart and pulse were beating fast

’How long’ he said ‘can this perfection last’?

The road had many turns to choose

So he stepped on the gas, not a moment to lose.

 

He respected his car, for this was his shell

He had regular checks to see all was well

There were the times, when parts would fail

But soon he would be right back on his trail.

 

He travelled each day, and sometimes at night,

With each new sunrise a wondrous sight.

Most things made him happy, though a few made him sad,

But he tackled it all - the good and the bad.

 

After many long years, the car started to tire

The paintwork was rusty, engine harder to fire.

The traveller’s hopes, had each day been met,

As the sunrises faded, he watched the sun set.

 

’It’s time to go home now’ the traveller sighed

I have no regrets for the things that I’ve tried.

My journey has led me to so many places,

I’ve learned such a lot and kicked over the traces.

 

The engine then spluttered and started to stall

The car had done well and given its all.

He took out the key and opened the door,

With a smile on his face, he had ended his tour.

 

Gloria Kivlichan

 

 

I have seen death too often to believe in death

It is not an ending, but a withdrawal

As one who finishes a long journey.

Stills the motor

Turns off the lights

Steps from the car

And walks up the path

To the home that awaits him

 

Anon

 

 

Life and death are one

 

Life and death are one,

Even as the sea and river are one

In the depth of your hopes and desires

Lies your silent knowledge of the beyond,

And like seeds dreaming beneath the

Snow your heart dreams of spring

Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden

The gate to eternity.

 

For what is it to die but to stand

Naked in the wind and melt into the sun

And what is it to cease breathing but

To free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and

Expand and seek (God) unencumbered

Only when you drink from the river of

Silence shall you indeed sing,

And when you have reached the mountain

Top, then you shall begin to climb,

And when the earth shall claim your

Limbs, then shall you truly dance.

 

Anon

 

 

Warning

 

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple

With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.

And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves

And satin sandles, and say we've no money for butter.

I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired

And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells

And run my stick along the public railings

And make up for the sobriety of my youth.

I shall go out in my slippers in the rain

And pick flowers in other people's gardens

And learn to spit.

 

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat

And eat three pounds of sausages at a go

Or only bread and pickle for a week

And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.

 

But now we must have clothes that keep us dry

And pay our rent and not swear in the street

And set a good example for the children.

We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.

But maybe I ought to practise a little now?

So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised

When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.

 

Jenny Joseph

 

 

A woman is a success

 

(This Poem can be adapted for man or woman)

 

A Woman is a success… Who has lived well,

Laughed often and loved much

Who has gained the respect of intelligent men and women

And the love of children;

Who has filled her niche and accomplished her tasks;

Who leaves the world better than she found it,

Who has never lacked appreciation of

Earth’s beauty

Or failed to express it;

Who looked for the best in others

And gave the very best she had.

 

Bessie Anderson Stanley

 

 

I'm Everyplace

 

Don't mourn for me, I'm still here,

Though you don't see

I'm right by your side each night and day

And within your heart I long to stay My body is gone but I'm always near

I'm everything you feel, see or hear

My spirit is free, but I'll never depart

As long as you keep me alive in your heart I'll never wander out of your sight

I'm the brightest star on a summer night

I'll never be beyond your reach

I'm the warm moist sand when you're at the beach. I'm the colourful leaves when Fall comes around

And the pure white snow that blankets the ground

I'm the beautiful flowers of which you're so fond

The clear cool water in a quiet pond. I'm the first bright blossom you'll see in spring

The first warm raindrop that April will bring

I'm the first ray of light when the sun starts to shine

And you'll see that the face in the moon is mine When you start thinking there's no one to love you

You can talk to me through the Lord above you

I'll whisper my answer through the leaves on the trees

And you'll feel my presence in the soft summer breeze

I'm the hot salty tears that flow when you weep

And the beautiful dreams that come while you sleep

I'm the smile you see on a baby's face

Just look for me, I'm everyplace...

 

Anon

 

 

Do not go gentle into that good night

 

Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave at close of day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

 

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,

Because their words had forked no lightening they

Do not go gentle into that good night.

 

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright

Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

 

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,

And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,

Do not go gentle into that good night.

 

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight

Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

 

And you, my father, there on the sad height,

Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

 

Dylan Thomas

 

 

For Katrina's Sun Dial

 

Time is too slow for those that wait,

Too swift for those that fear,

Too long for those that grieve,

Too short for those who rejoice,

But for those who love, time is Eternity.

 

Henry Van Dyke

 

 

Where do they go to?

 

Where do they go to, the people who leave?

Are they around us, in the cool evening breeze?

Do they still hear us, and watch us each day?

I'd like you to think of them with us that way.

Where do they go to, when no longer here?

I think that they stay with us, calming our fear

Loving us always, holding our hands

Walking beside us, on grass or on sand.

Where do they go to, well it's my belief

They watch us and help us to cope with our grief

They comfort and stay with us, through each of our days

Guiding us always through life's mortal maze.

 

Kev F

 

 

The Final Flight

 

Don't grieve for me, for now I'm free, I'm following the path God laid for me.

I took his hand when I heard his call, I turned my back and left it all.

I could not stay another day, To laugh, to love, to work, to play.

Tasks left undone must stay that way, I've found that peace at the end of the day.

If my parting has left a void, Then fill it with remembered joy.

A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss, Ah, yes, these things too I will miss.

Be not burdened with times of sorrow, I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow.

My Life's been full, I savoured much, Good friends, good times, a loved one' touch.

Perhaps my time seemed all too brief, Don't lengthen it now with undue grief.

Lift up your heart and share with me, God wanted me now, He set me free.

 

Anon

 

 

Before the sublime mystery of life and spirit

Before the sublime mystery of life and spirit, the mystery of infinite space and endless time, we stand in reverent awe...This much we know: we are at one phase of the immortality of life.

 

The mighty stream of life flows on, and, in this mighty stream, we too flow on... not lost... but each eternally significant.

 

For this I feel: The spirit never betrays the person who trusts it. Physical life may be defeated but life goes on; character survives, goodness lives and love is immortal.

 

Colonel Robert G Ingersoll

 

 

Time Will Ease The Hurt

 

The sadness of the present days

is locked and set in time,

and moving to the future

is a slow and painful climb.

 

But all the feelings that are now

so vivid and so real

can't hold their fresh intensity

as time begins to heal.

 

No wound so deep will ever go

entirely away

yet every hurt becomes

a little less from day to day.

 

Nothing can erase the painful

imprints on your mind

but there are softer memories

that time will let you find.

 

Though your heart won't let the sadness

simply slide away

the echoes will diminish

even though the memories stay

 

Anon

 

 

Life

 

Life is but a stopping place,

A pause in what's to be,

A resting place along the road,

to sweet eternity.

We all have different journeys,

Different paths along the way,

We all were meant to learn some things,

but never meant to stay...

Our destination is a place,

Far greater than we know.

For some the journey's quicker,

For some the journey's slow.

And when the journey finally ends,

We'll claim a great reward,

And find an everlasting peace,

Together with the lord.

 

Anon

 

 

Stairway To Heaven

 

If tears could build a stairway,

And memories a lane.

I would walk right up to Heaven

And bring you back again.

 

No farewell words were spoken,

No time to say "Goodbye".

You were gone before I knew it,

And only God knows why.

 

My heart still aches with sadness,

Aand secret tears still flow.

What it meant to love you -

No one can ever know.

 

But now I know you want me

To mourn for you no more;

To remember all the happy times

Life still has much in store.

 

Since you'll never be forgotten,

I pledge to you today~

A hollowed place within my heart

Is where you'll always stay.

 

Anon

 

 

BLESSINGS

Celtic Blessing

 

May peace guard the door of your house

The door of your heart.

May the road rise to meet you

And the sun stand at your shoulder.

May the wind be always at your back

May the sun shine warm upon your face May the rain fall softly on your fields.

May life itself befriend you each day, each night

Each step of your journey

May the peace of the spirit be with you

And with your children.

From the day that we have here today

Until we meet again.

 

Anon

 

 

May the light of love shine forth on you,

On those for whom you care and on those who care for you.

May you be ever blessed with peace and understanding as you travel on,

And may you come to the end of your journey in gentleness and joy.

 

Anon

 

 

Gaelic Blessing

 

Deep peace of the blazing sun to you,

Deep peace of the radiant moon to you,

Deep peace of the shining stars to you,

Deep peace of the flowing wind to you,

Deep peace of the running wave to you.

Deep peace of the quiet earth to you.

 

Anon

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Parents, children and grandparents

 

Child of Mine

 

I'll lend you for a little time a child of mine,’ He said,

’For you to love while he lives, and mourn for when he's dead.’

’It may be six or seven years or twenty-two or three,

But will you, till I call him back, take care of him for me?’

’He'll bring his charms to gladden you, and shall his stay be brief,

You'll have his lovely memories as solace for your grief.’

’I cannot promise he will stay, since all from earth return,

But there are lessons taught down there I want this child to learn.’

‘I've looked the wide world over in my search for teachers true.

And from the throngs that crowd life's lanes, I have selected you.’

’Now will you give him all your love, not think the labor vain,

Nor hate me when I come to call to take him back again?"

I fancied that I heard them say: ‘Dear Lord, Thy will be done!

For all the joy Thy child shall bring, the risk of grief we'll run.

We'll shelter him with tenderness, we'll love him while we may.

And for the happiness we've known, forever grateful stay.

But shall the angels call for him much sooner than we've planned,

We'll brave the bitter grief that comes and try to understand.’

 

Edgar Guest

 

 

My Father’s Garden

 

My father kept a garden,

A garden of the heart,

He planted all the good things there

That gave my life its start.

 

He turned me into sunshine

And encouraged me to dream

Fostering and nurturing

The seeds of self esteem.

 

And when the winds and rain came

He protected me enough

But not too much because he knew

I’d need to stand up strong and tough.

His constant good example

Always taught me right from wrong

Markers for my pathway

That will last a lifetime long.

I am now my Father’s garden,

I am his legacy

And I hope today he feels the love reflected back from me.

 

Anon

 

 

MUM

 

Why so soon should we be parted?

To leave us all here broken hearted

You gave to us the gift of life

And kept us safe from harm and strife

So much love you had to give

Which gives us now the strength to live

Without having you by our side

And to have loved you, fills our hearts with pride

You were our rock, our guide

Best friend and mother

Unique, there will never be quite another.

 

To a better place now

You have gone

From this world, yet

Your spirit will forever live on

All the joyous times we laughed together

Will be with us always and forever

So many memories in our hearts

We’ll never really be apart.

 

Anon

 

 

Mother’s Touch

 

Mum (Dad) I dreamed of you last night

You stretched out your arms and hugged me tight

And just for a moment there it seemed

That your touch was real, not just a dream.

I had talked to the Lord just hours before

And told him ‘Lord, there is nothing more

That could satisfy or comfort me

Than for my mother’s face to see.’

God heard my prayer and through his grace

I looked once more upon your face

I felt your hug, your love, your touch

The very things I needed so much.

There is a void in my life still,

A place that no one else can fill.

But precious memories I have of you

And I have god to lean on too.

 

So Mum, until that glorious day

We walk hand in hand in Heaven I’ll pray

That once again through God’s loving grace

I’ll feel your touch and see your face.

 

Anon

 

Mothers

 

You only have one Mother

So patient kind and true

No other friend in all the world

Will be the same as you.

 

When other friends forsake you

To her you can return

For all her loving kindness

She asks nothing in return.

 

As we look upon her picture

Sweet memories we recall

Of a face so full of sunshine

And a smile for one and all.

 

Her life was love and labour

Her love for the family - True

She did her best for everyone

And now says:- ‘God Bless you.’

 

Anon

 

Grandmother

 

The bright needles clicked

The old woman’s hands

Quick, dextrous and expert

Were a blur of colour

“Your new gloves are finished”

She eased them on to

My short plump fingers

“Now you can play in the snow”

I ran into the street, excited

The gloves soft, warm, dry

Were a magical source

Of safety and love.

Time drew on

My winters grew colder

The snow fell thicker

Today my gloves

Are faded and thread-bare.

Her needles are silent

And my hands are cold.

Robert Mc Gregor

 

 

A Place Where Children Are

 

What kind of place would Heaven be,

With all its streets of gold, if all the souls,

That dwell up there like yours and mine, were old

How strange would heaven's music

Sound when harps begin to ring,

If children were not gathered round

To help the angels sing.

 

Anon

 

Little Angels (1)

 

When God calls little children to dwell with Him above,

We mortals sometime question the wisdom of His love.

For no heartache compares with the death of one small child

Who does so much to make our world, seem wonderful and mild Perhaps God tires of calling the aged to his fold,

So He picks a rosebud, before it can grow old.

God knows how much we need them, and so

He takes but few

To make the land of Heaven more beautiful to view.

Believing this is difficult still somehow we must try,

The saddest word mankind knows will always be ‘Goodbye’.

So when a little child departs, we who are left behind

Must realize God loves children,

Angels are hard to find.

 

Anon

 

 

Little Angels (2)

 

Change the name, age and gender for your own situation

 

God sent an angel to the earth...

The sweetest angel too

And for such a tiny little thing,

She had so much to do.

She knew she did not have

Much time upon this earth to stay,

So she did not waste a second;

She got started right away.

 

Her eyes were bright and sparkly,

She took in every turn.

She did not miss a single thing,

Because Angel came to learn!

God sent her here to touch the

Hearts of those he could not reach...

She taught them courage, strength and faith,

Because Angel came to teach.

 

Her tiny little body

Was so full of God above,

You felt it when you held her,

Because (Kaitlyn) came to love.

In eleven short months she managed

What many never will.

When she went home to Jesus,

Her purpose was fulfilled.

She learned and taught, loved and played,

She learned her lessons well.

I know he was so proud of her

When she went home to dwell.

But when I miss her OH-SO-MUCH,

I can almost hear Him say,

Please understand, her work was done...

(Kaitlyn) did not come to stay.

Even though she’s resting now,

She’s just beyond your view,

In peace she sleeps contented that -

Her love will help you through.

So look for her in rainbows

And in every sunny day

And then she can remind you that she’s never far away

 

Violet Hillis

 

 

So go and run free

 

So go and run free with the angels

Dance around the golden clouds

For the lord has chosen you to be with him

And we should feel nothing but proud

Although he has taken you from us

And our pain a lifetime will last

Your memory will never escape us

But make us glad for the time we did have

Your face will always be hidden

Deep inside our hearts

Each precious moment you gave us

Shall never, ever depart

So go and run free with the angels

As they sing so tenderly

And please be sure to tell them

To take good care of you for me.

 

Anon

 

 

Inside Our Dreams

 

Where do people go to when they die?

Somewhere down below or in the sky?

'I can't be sure,' said Grandad, 'but it seems

They simply set up home inside our dreams.'

 

Jeanne Willis

 

 

A Dad’s Poem

 

We never had the chance to play, to laugh, to rock, to wiggle

We long to hold you, touch you now, and listen to your giggle.

She’ll always be your mother, and I’ll always be your Dad,

You will always be our child – the child we never had.

But now you’re gone … but yet you’re here. We sense you everywhere,

You are our sorrow and our joy. There’s love in every tear.

Just know our love goes deep and strong, that we’ll forget you never,

The child we had, but never had – and yet will have forever.

 

Anon

 

 

Memories of Dad

 

I will take this special moment

To turn my thoughts to Dad

Thank him for the home he gave

For all the things we had.

 

We think about the fleeting years

Too quickly, gone for good

It seems like only yesterday

I’d go back if I could.

 

A time when Dad was always there,

No matter what the weather.

Always strong when things went wrong

He held our lives together.

 

He strived so hard from day to day

And never once complained.

With steady hands, he worked so hard

And kept the family name.

 

He taught us that hard work pays off,

You reap just what you sow.

He said that if you tend your crops,

Your field will overflow.

 

My life has been bountiful

He taught me how to give

In his firm and steadfast way

He taught me how to live.

 

Dad dwells among the angels now

He left us much too soon

He glides across a golden field

Above the harvest moon.

 

I see him in the summer rain,

He rides upon the wind

And when my path is beaten down

He picks me up again.

 

Anon

 

 

I’ll fly away

 

Has it been that long

Since I sat upon your knee?

You sang to me so sweetly.

I hugged you happily.

 

Your voice was so strong,

As you spoke to me that day.

You talked about Heaven.

You said, ‘Soon, I’ll fly away.’

 

I never really understood

Just what you tried to say.

I only knew I loved you.

I didn’t want you to go away.

 

‘Daddy loves you, honey’

Was the last thing you said to me.

At once I understood those words

And wondered why I didn’t see.

 

On the morning, when his life was done,

My Daddy flew away,

But I know his love will stay with me,

Forever and a day.

 

Anon

 

 

Crossing Over

 

Oh, please don't feel guilty

It was just my time to go.

I see you are still feeling sad,

And the tears just seem to flow.

We all come to earth for our lifetime,

And for some it's not many years

I don't want you to keep crying

You are shedding so many tears.

I haven't really left you

Even though it may seem so.

I have just gone to my heavenly home,

And I'm closer to you than you know.

Just believe that when you say

my name, I'm standing next to you,

I know you long to see me,

But there's nothing I can do.

But I'll still send you messages

And hope you understand,

That when your time comes to

Cross over, I'll be there

To take your hand.

 

Anon

 

 

What Makes A Dad?

 

God took the strength of a mountain,

The majesty of a tree,

The warmth of a summer sun,

The calm of a quiet sea,

The generous soul of nature,

The comforting arm of night,

The wisdom of the ages,

The power of the eagle’s flight,

The joy of a morning in spring,

The faith of a mustard seed,

The patience of eternity,

The depth of a family need,

Then God combined these qualities,

When there was nothing more to add,

He knew His masterpiece was complete,

And so, He called it … ‘DAD!’

 

Anon

 

 

A Grandfather Like You

 

Throughout the years you’ve always been

A wonderful man to me

When I was small you took the time to

Bounce me on your knee

As I grew older, you were there

I only had to call

I knew that I could count on you

You’d never let me fall

So many hard times in my life

You’ve helped to get me through

I’m so glad God gave me

A Grandfather as special as you.

 

Anon

 

 

A parent’s prayer

 

When a child is apart,

even for a little while,

a parent says a prayer.

We ask the Lord to protect…

to be where we cannot be,

to go where we cannot go.

In Him we place our trust,

for He sees, He knows.

Though how your heart must break,

parted for now from your little one,

know that the Lord keeps your little one safe,

with Him, where we all belong.

He will keep your child in a loving embrace,

just as He keeps you, a child, too.

That is His answer to a parent's prayer,

that is His love --

forever, everywhere.

 

Anon

 

 

Our Mum An Angel

 

An angel lived among us,

A gift from God above.

She showered us with kindness

And shared with us her love.

 

She cherished every moment

With the man who was her life;

Walking hand in hand together,

Facing life with all its strife.

 

She loved her children dearly,

Each one a different way,

Nestled close within her heart.

Though, now, she’s far away.

 

She’s gone to live with Jesus.

But, she’s here with us, today,

Smiling down on every one of us,

And telling us she’s O.K.

 

Anon

 

 

Ur Little Flower

 

Sometimes God picks a flower that's still in full bloom.

Sometimes the flower that is chosen, we feel He's picked too soon.

We're at peace knowing; in God's heavenly garden,

He has placed the ones we treasure.

You have changed our lives forever.

 

Anon

 

 

Our Tiny Angel

 

For brief and fleeting moment, an angel touched the ground,

With tiny wings and halo, and sweet, soft angel sounds.

Blessing the lives of others, in beauty and in grace,

Those who saw the angel, knew God had kissed his tiny face.

The angel came for reasons we may not understand,

A journey brief, with gifts so great, and guided by God’s hand.

So, rest now tiny angel, your work on earth is through,

In the beauty of God’s perfect love we saw His gift in you.

 

Allison Chambers Coxsey

 

 

Teardrops

 

Teardrops are falling. We embrace this sad day.

A sweet little baby has just passed away.

So perfect his spirit, so perfect his love,

So perfect a gift from a Father above.

 

Our child, your family is grieving this day,

In our hearts God has told us why you couldn’t stay.

A spirit so special, so perfect, and pure,

should not have the trials of this life to endure.

 

You wanted a family, that’s why you came.

To be loved on earth, and given a name.

Then back to our Heavenly Father you went,

fulfilling the mission for which you were sent.

 

Although our grief is heavy this day,

we know you are happy, and not far away.

Loved ones have gathered close to your side.

Life is Eternal… you’ve really not died.

 

Know that we love you with all of our heart.

We’ll see you our dear one when this life we part.

Save us a place where we’ll be close to you,

and in joy we’ll embrace, as our love we renew.

 

Ron Tranmer

 

 

My Little Angel

 

You’ve just walked on ahead of me

And I’ve got to understand

You must release the ones you love

And let go of their hand.

I try and cope the best I can

But I’m missing you so much

If I could only see you

And once more feel your touch.

Yes, you’ve just walked on ahead of me

Don’t worry I’ll be fine

But now and then I swear I feel

Your hand slip into mine.

God Took Him To His Loving Home

God saw him getting tired, a cure was not to be.

He wrapped him in his loving arms and whispered ‘Come with me.’

He suffered much in silence, his spirit did not bend.

He faced his pain with courage, until the very end.

He tried so hard to stay with us but his fight was not in vain,

God took him to His loving home and freed him from the pain.

 

Emily Matthews

 

Little Flower

 

God's garden has need of a little flower.

It had grown for a time here below.

But in tender love.

He took it above.

To a more favourable climate to grow.

 

Anon

 

Angel

 

Some People Only Dream of Angels…

We Held One In Our Arms

 

Anon

 

 

Special Angel In Heaven

 

There’s a special Angel in Heaven

that is a part of me.

It is not where I wanted her

but where God wanted her to be.

She was here but just a moment

like a night time shooting star

And though she is in Heaven,

she isn’t very far.

She touched the hearts of many

like only Angels can.

I would’ve held her every minute

If I’d only known God’s plan.

So I send this special message

to the Heavens up above.

Please take care of my Angel

and send her all my love.

 

Anon

 

 

Epitaph for a child

 

Here, freed from pain, secure from misery, lies

A child, the darling of his parents' eyes:

A gentler lamb n'er sported on the plain,

A fairer flower will never bloom again:

Few were the days allotted to his breath;

Now let him sleep in peace his night of death.

 

Thomas Gray

 

 

Readings

 

 

Footprints

 

One night I had a dream. I dreamed I was walking along the beach with God,

And across the sky flashed scenes from my life.

For each scene I noticed two sets of footprints in the sand, one belonged to me and the other to God.

When the last scene of my life flashed before us I looked back at the footprints in the sand. I noticed that at times along the path of life there was only one set of footprints.

I also noticed that it happened at the very lowest and saddest times of my life. This really bothered me and I questioned God about it.

“God, you said that once I decided to follow you, you would walk with me all the way, but I noticed that during the most troubled times in my life there is only one set of footprints. I don’t understand why in times when I needed you most, you would leave me.”

God replied, “My precious, precious child, I love you and I would never, never leave you during your times of trial and suffering -when you see only one set of footprints it was then that I carried you.”

 

Anon

 

 

If

 

If you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

But make allowance for their doubting too:

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,

Or being hated don't give way to hating,

And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

 

If you can dream---and not make dreams your master;

If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim,

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

And treat those two impostors just the same:.

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,

And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools;

 

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings,

And never breathe a word about your loss:

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

 

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,

If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,

Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,

And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

 

Rudyard Kipling

 

 

Psalm for the dying

 

My friends and loved ones, I am about to leave; my last breath does not say 'goodbye', for my love for you is truly timeless, beyond the touch of death.

 

I leave myself to your memory, with love. I leave my thoughts, my laughter, my dreams to you whom I have treasured beyond gold and precious gems. I give you what no thief can ever steal - the precious memories of our times together, the tender, love-filled moments, the successes we have shared, the hard times that brought us closer together, and the roads we have walked side by side.

 

I leave you also a solemn promise that after I am home in the bosom of God, I will still be present, whenever and wherever you call on me. My energy will be drawn to you by the magnet of our friendship and our love. And all I take with me as I leave is your love and friendship, and the millions of memories of all that we have shared.

 

And so fear not, nor grieve at my departure, you whom I have loved so much - for my roots and yours are forever intertwined.

 

Adapted from 'A Psalm for the Dying' by Edward Hayes

 

 

Book of Ecclesiastes - A Time For Everything

 

To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:

a time to be born, and a time to die;

a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;

a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;

a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;

a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;

a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;

a time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;

a time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;

a time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.

What profit hath he that worketh in that wherein he laboreth?

I have seen the travail, which God hath given to the sons of men to be exercised in it. He hath made every thing beautiful in his time: also he hath set the world in their heart, so that no man can find out the work that God maketh from the beginning to the end.

I know that there is no good in them, but for a man to rejoice, and to do good in his life. And also that every man should eat and drink, and enjoy the good of all his labor, it is the gift of God. I know that, whatsoever God doeth, it shall be for ever: nothing can be put to it, nor any thing taken from it: and God doeth it, that men should fear before him.

That which hath been is now; and that which is to be hath already been; and God requireth that which is past.

 

 

Dear Parents

 

I did not die young. I lived my span of life within your body and within your love. There are many that have lived long lives and have not been loved as me.

 

If you would honour me, then speak my name and number me among your family. If you would honour me, then strive to live in love, for in that love I now live.

 

Do not doubt that we will meet again. Until that happy day I will be with God and wait for you.

 

Anon

 

 

From Pilgrim's Progress

 

Then he said "I am going to my Father's and though with difficulty I am got hither, yet now I do not repent me of all the trouble I have been at, to arrive where I am. My sword I give to him that shall succeed me in my pilgrimage, and my courage and skill to him that can get it. My marks and scars I carry with me, to be a witness for me, that I have fought his battles who will now be my Rewarder."

When the day that he must go hence was come, many accompanied him to the riverside, into which as he went he said, "Death where is thy sting?" and as he went down deeper, he said "Grave, where is thy victory?" So he passed over, and the trumpets sounded for him on the other side.

 

John Bunyan

 

 

From Pilgrim's Progress

 

I see myself now at the end of my journey, my toilsome days are ended. I am going now to see that head that was crowned with thorns, and face that was spit upon for me.

I have formerly lived by hearsay and faith but now I go where I shall live by sight, and shall be with him in whose company I delight myself.

I have loved to hear my Lord spoken of; and wherever I have seen the print of his shoe in the earth, there I have coveted to set my foot too.

His name to me has been as a civet-box; yea, sweeter than all perfume. His voice has been most sweet; and his countenance I have more desired than they that have most desired the light of the sun. His word I did use to gather for my food, and for antidotes against my faintings. 'He has held me, and hath kept me from mine iniquities; yea, my steps hath he strengthened in his way.'

Glorious it was to see how the open region was filled with horses and chariots, with trumpeters and pipers, with singers and players on stringed instruments, to welcome the Pilgrims as they went up, and followed one another in at the beautiful gate of the city.

 

John Bunyan

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A reflection on an autumn day

 

I took up a handful of grain and let it slip flowing through my fingers, and I said to myself: This is what it is all about. There is no longer any room for pretence. At harvest time the essence is revealed - the straw and chaff are set aside, they have done their job.The grain alone matters - sacks of pure gold.

So it is when a person dies the essence of that person is revealed. At the moment of death a person's character stands out happy for the person who has forged it well over the years. Then it will not be the great achievement that will matter, nor, how much money or possessions a person has amassed. These like the straw and the chaff, will be left behind. It is what he has made of himself that will matter. Death can take away from us what we have, but it cannot rob us of who we are.

 

Anon

 

 

We struggle against death with all our force

 

We struggle against death with all our force, for it is our fundamental duty as living creatures to do so. But when, by virtue of the state of things, death comes, we experience that paradox of faith that causes us to abandon the struggle and affirm death as part of a greater plan for the universe as a whole.

To love life so much, and to trust it so completely that we can affirm it in its final act... this is an attitude that can calm and fortify us.

The end is to love extravagantly the life that is greater than any one of us, seeing our own death as a physically necessary passage towards union with a greater wholeness.

 

Pierre Teilhard de Chardin

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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