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Post by ARENA on Aug 14, 2019 8:07:26 GMT
By Mary Elizabeth Frye
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 glints on snow,
I am the sun 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.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2019 9:57:14 GMT
My grandson, then 14, found this poem and insisted on reading it at my OH's funeral The pastor who conducted the service was not happy about this, claiming to have conducted many funerals where children were supposed to read something/say something/play an instrument and they all dried up He finally agreed that Jamie could do it on the understanding that he could take over and read it himself if necessary Jamie was word perfect and di not need his notes, he had taken advice from his school drama teacher about the delivery and was so good the assembled mourners broke into spontaneous applause |
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Post by ARENA on Feb 6, 2020 7:45:00 GMT
This poem was read at Julia's memorial.
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Post by ARENA on Feb 6, 2020 7:48:21 GMT
I strove with none, for none was worth my strife.
Nature I loved and, next to Nature, Art:
I warm'd both hands before the fire of life;
It sinks, and I am ready to depart.
Pencilled in for my funeral.
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Post by jimmy20 on Feb 7, 2020 8:43:01 GMT
Read at a neighbours funeral yesterday, never heard this before
I’M FREE
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 Him call:
I turned my back and left it all.
I could not stay another day
To laugh, to love, to work or play.
Tasks left undone must stay that way;
I found my place at the close of day.
If my parting has left a void
Then fill it with remembered joys.
A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss,
Ah yes, these things I too shall 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 ones touch.
Perhaps my life 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.
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Post by ARENA on Jan 4, 2021 8:40:21 GMT
There is no night without a dawning
No winter without a spring
And beyond the dark horizon
Our hearts will once more sing…
For those who leave us for a while
Have only gone away
Out of a restless, care worn world
Into a brighter day.
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