They that love beyond the world cannot be separated by it, death cannot kill what never dies. Nor can spirits ever be divided that love and live in the same divine principle, the root and record of their friendship.
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If absence be not death, neither is theirs. Death is but crossing the world, as friends do the seas; they live in one another still. For they must needs be present, that love and live in that which is ominipresent. In this divine glass, they see face to face; and their converse is free as well as pure.
This is the comfort of friends, that though they may be said to die, yet their friendship and society are, in the best sense, ever present, because immortal. But would not tears and grief be barriers? And when you hear a song or see a bird I loved, Please do not let the thought of me be sad… For I am loving you just as I always have… You were so good to me!
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The clock of life is wound but once And no man has the power To tell just when the hands will stop At late or early hour. Life, believe, is not a dream So dark as sages say; Oft a little morning rain Foretells a pleasant day. Sometimes there are clouds of gloom, But these are transient all; If the shower will make the roses bloom, O why lament its fall?
What though Death at times steps in And calls our best away? Yet hope again elastic springs, Unconquered, though she fell; Still buoyant are her golden wings, Still strong to bear us well. Manfully, fearlessly, The day of trial bear, For gloriously, victoriously, Can courage quell fear! 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.
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It was beautiful as long as it lasted The journey of my life. Those dear hearts who love and care… And the strings pulling at the heart and soul… The strong arms that held me up When my own strength let me down.
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. I should like to send you the essence of a myriad sun-kissed flowers, or the lilting song as it floats along, of a brook through fairy bowers.
I should like to send you the dew-drops that glisten at break of day, and then at night the eerie light that mantles the Milky Way. I should like to send you the power that nothing can overflow — the power to smile and laugh the while a-journeying through life you go. Feel no sorrow in a smile that he is not here to share. You cannot grieve forever; he would not want you to. So, talk about the good times and the way you showed you cared, The days you spent together, all the happiness you shared.
Let memories surround you, a word someone may say Will suddenly recapture a time, an hour, a day, That brings him back as clearly as though he were still here, And fills you with the feeling that he is always near. For if you keep those moments, you will never be apart And he will live forever locked safely within your heart. 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 own familiar name Speak to me in the easy way you always used Put no difference into your tone Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow Laugh as we always laughed At the little jokes we always 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 in it Life means all that it ever was There is absolute unbroken continuity What is death but a negligible accident?
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. Nothing is past; nothing is lost One brief moment and all will be as it was before How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again! The tide rises, the tide falls, The twilight darkens, the curlew calls; Along the sea-sands damp and brown The traveler hastens toward the town, And the tide rises, the tide falls. Darkness settles on roofs and walls, But the sea, the sea in the darkness calls; The little waves, with their soft, white hands, Efface the footprints in the sands, And the tide rises, the tide falls.
The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls; The day returns, but nevermore Returns the traveler to the shore, And the tide rises, the tide falls.
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We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a spring; As quick a growth to meet decay, As you, or anything. The funeral is over, And everyone has gone home. Maybe I should just stop thinking. And take myself to bed. But when tomorrow starts without me please try to understand, That Jesus came and called my name and took me by the hand. He said that my place is ready in heaven far above, And that I have to leave behind all those I dearly love. I had so much to live for and so much yet to do, It seems almost impossible that I was leaving you.
I thought of all the yesterdays the good ones and the bad, I thought of all the love we shared and all the fun we had. But then I fully realise that this could never be, For emptiness and memories would take the place of me. And when I thought of wordly things that I would miss tomorrow, I thought of you and when I did my heart was filled with sorrow. I was left diminished When your light went out It left a shadow on my soul And my heart was left As an empty vessel By your absence.
As I sit cold and alone In the home we shared A place full of memories Where once I felt so at home Now I wish to be there no more Reminded every waking moment Of my cruel loss So I sit alone and crave The moment of my own passing So our souls will be reunited And we can be together once more.
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Like the drooping flower I begin to sag thirsty for some water Like the drying flower I begin to crumble under your distant touch Like the dying flower I begin to darken and depart from your world. Trying to remember you is like carrying water in my hands a long distance across sand. Somewhere people are waiting. They have drunk nothing for days.
Your name was the food I lived on; now my mouth is full of dirt and ash. To say your name was to be surrounded by feathers and silk; now, reaching out, I touch glass and barbed wire. I was dancing when I learned of your death; may my feet be severed from my body. Surprised by joy — impatient as the Wind I turned to share the transport — Oh! Love, faithful love, recalled thee to my mind — But how could I forget thee?
Time does not bring relief; you all have lied Who told me time would ease me of my pain! There are a hundred places where I fear To go — so with his memory they brim. Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rage at close of day; 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. The bustle in a house The morning after death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon earth. The sweeping up the heart And putting love away We shall not want to use again Until eternity.
At once she understood When she heard the words Their meaning clear And in that instant Her voice broke And then in her throat A lump formed Behind her eyes She felt the stinging And a tear formed Then rolled down her cheek Followed by another Then another The salt taste was in her mouth Her shoulders shook Uncontrollably And her mouth opened wide But know sound escaped Tears continued down her cheeks And her nose Then her legs buckled And she fell to her knees In total despair Now the sound came Uncontrollable With her love lost Her heart was broken With her love betrayed Her heart was discarded But with all the weeping She knew inside That all her tears Would never extinguish her love.
You were gone before I knew it, And only God knew why. A million times I needed you, A million times I cried.
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