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                                                                                                                                                              A collection of quotes:


                                                                                                                                                              To live in the hearts of those who love you is never to die.
                                                                                                                                                              (Author Unknown)


                                                                                                                                                              Those who loved her lost so much at her passing
                                                                                                                                                              yet gained so much from her living.
                                                                                                                                                              (Author Unknown)


                                                                                                                                                              We have been left with a treasure of memories.
                                                                                                                                                              (Author Unknown)


                                                                                                                                                              Life is not measured by the breaths you take
                                                                                                                                                              But by the moments that take your breath away.
                                                                                                                                                              (Author Unknown)


                                                                                                                                                              A collection of short verse:


                                                                                                                                                              The Serenity Prayer

                                                                                                                                                              God grant me the serenity
                                                                                                                                                              to accept the things I cannot change;
                                                                                                                                                              courage to change the things I can;
                                                                                                                                                              and wisdom to know the difference.

                                                                                                                                                              (by Reinhold Niebuhr)


                                                                                                                                                              Those we love don't go away
                                                                                                                                                              They walk beside us every day
                                                                                                                                                              Unseen, unheard, but always near
                                                                                                                                                              Still loved, still missed, still very dear.
                                                                                                                                                              (Author Unknown)


                                                                                                                                                              When I die and leave behind
                                                                                                                                                              this earth I love, these trees, this sky
                                                                                                                                                              the pounding sea, the yearly hope of spring...
                                                                                                                                                              Cry not for me, Rejoice!
                                                                                                                                                              My soul has wings and in it's freedom sings.
                                                                                                                                                              (Author Unknown)


                                                                                                                                                              The Song of Memory
                                                                                                                                                              When someone we love passes on beyond life in the world that we know and is gone,

                                                                                                                                                              A beautiful sense of their presence, like music remembered by heart, lingers on….
                                                                                                                                                              When someone we love finds a wonderful home in a world only faith can reveal,
                                                                                                                                                              Our memories can be like a song in the heart, with the power to comfort and heal.
                                                                                                                                                              (Author Unknown)


                                                                                                                                                                Something Beautiful Remains
                                                                                                                                                              The tide recedes but leaves behind
                                                                                                                                                              bright seashells on the sand.
                                                                                                                                                              The sun goes down, but gentle
                                                                                                                                                              warmth still lingers on the land.
                                                                                                                                                              The music stops, and yet it echoes
                                                                                                                                                              on in sweet refrains.....
                                                                                                                                                              For every joy that passes,
                                                                                                                                                              something beautiful remains.



                                                                                                                                                               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.

                                                                                                                                                              (by Joyce Grenfell)



                                                                                                                                                              A Child of Mine
                                                                                                                                                              by Edgar Albert Guest


                                                                                                                                                               I will lend you, for a little time
                                                                                                                                                              A child of mine, He said.
                                                                                                                                                              For you to love the 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 should 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 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
                                                                                                                                                              Nor think the labour vain.
                                                                                                                                                              Nor hate me when I come
                                                                                                                                                              To take him home again?
                                                                                                                                                              I fancied that I heard them say
                                                                                                                                                              'Dear Lord, Thy will be done!'
                                                                                                                                                              For all the joys 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 should the angels call for him
                                                                                                                                                              Much sooner than we've planned.
                                                                                                                                                              We'll brave the bitter grief that comes
                                                                                                                                                              And try to understand.


                                                                                                                                                              A Silent Tear
                                                                                                                                                              (Author Unknown)


                                                                                                                                                              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"


                                                                                                                                                              Adaptations of Ecclesiastes Chapter 3


                                                                                                                                                              For everything there is a season...
                                                                                                                                                              a time for every occupation under heaven
                                                                                                                                                              a time to be born, a time to die
                                                                                                                                                              a time for planting, a time for uprooting
                                                                                                                                                              a time for tears, a time for laughter
                                                                                                                                                              a time for mourning, a time for dancing
                                                                                                                                                              a time for searching, a time for losing
                                                                                                                                                              a time for conflict, and a time for peace.


                                                                                                                                                                There is a time for everything,
                                                                                                                                                              and a season for every activity under heaven:
                                                                                                                                                              A time to be born, and a time to die;
                                                                                                                                                              a time to plant, and a time to uproot the plant.
                                                                                                                                                              A time to kill, and a time to heal;
                                                                                                                                                              a time to tear down, and a time to build.
                                                                                                                                                              A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
                                                                                                                                                              a time to mourn, and a time to dance.
                                                                                                                                                              A time to scatter stones, and a time to gather them;
                                                                                                                                                              a time to embrace, and a time to be far from embraces.
                                                                                                                                                              A time to seek, 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 be silent, and a time to speak.
                                                                                                                                                              A time to love, and a time to hate;
                                                                                                                                                              a time of war, and a time of peace.



                                                                                                                                                              Afterglow
                                                                                                                                                              by Helen Lowrie Marshall


                                                                                                                                                              I’d like the memory of me to be a happy one
                                                                                                                                                              I’d like to leave an afterglow of smiles when life is done.
                                                                                                                                                              I’d like to leave an echo whispering softly down the ways
                                                                                                                                                              of happy times and laughing times 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 behind when day is done.



                                                                                                                                                              Christmas from the Heart
                                                                                                                                                              by Judy Burnette



                                                                                                                                                              I heard your voice in the wind today
                                                                                                                                                              and I turned to see your face;
                                                                                                                                                              The warmth of the wind caressed me
                                                                                                                                                              as I stood silently in place.

                                                                                                                                                              I felt your touch in the sun today
                                                                                                                                                              as its warmth filled the sky;
                                                                                                                                                              I closed my eyes for your embrace
                                                                                                                                                              and my spirit soared high.

                                                                                                                                                              I saw your eyes in the window pane
                                                                                                                                                              as I watched the falling rain;
                                                                                                                                                              It seemed as each raindrop fell
                                                                                                                                                              it quietly said your name.

                                                                                                                                                              I held you close in my heart today
                                                                                                                                                              it made me feel complete;
                                                                                                                                                              You may have died...but you are not gone
                                                                                                                                                              you will always be a part of me.

                                                                                                                                                              As long as the sun shines...
                                                                                                                                                              the wind blows...
                                                                                                                                                              the rain falls...
                                                                                                                                                              You will live on inside of me forever
                                                                                                                                                              for that is all my heart knows.



                                                                                                                                                              Crossing the Bar
                                                                                                                                                              by Alfred, Lord Tennyson



                                                                                                                                                              Sunset and evening star
                                                                                                                                                              And one clear call for me
                                                                                                                                                              And may there be no moaning of the bar
                                                                                                                                                              When I put out to sea

                                                                                                                                                              But such a tide as moving seems asleep
                                                                                                                                                              Too full for sound and foam
                                                                                                                                                              When that which drew from out the boundless deep
                                                                                                                                                              Turns again home

                                                                                                                                                              Twilight and evening bell
                                                                                                                                                              And after that the dark
                                                                                                                                                              And may there be no sadness of farewell
                                                                                                                                                              When I embark

                                                                                                                                                              For thou’ from out our bourne of Time and Place
                                                                                                                                                              The flood may bear me far
                                                                                                                                                              I hope to see my Pilot face to face
                                                                                                                                                              When I have crosst the bar


                                                                                                                                                              Dear Friends I go
                                                                                                                                                              (Author Unknown)


                                                                                                                                                              Dear friends I go, but do not weep
                                                                                                                                                              I've lived my life, so full and deep
                                                                                                                                                              Throughout my life, I gave my best
                                                                                                                                                              I earned my keep, I've earned my rest
                                                                                                                                                              I never tried to be great or grand
                                                                                                                                                              I tried to be a helping hand.

                                                                                                                                                              If I helped in a team, if I helped on my own
                                                                                                                                                              It was more than repaid by good family and friends I have known.
                                                                                                                                                              And if I went the extra mile, I did it with pleasure
                                                                                                                                                              It was all worthwhile.

                                                                                                                                                              If I brightened your path, then let it be
                                                                                                                                                              A small contribution from my loved ones and me,
                                                                                                                                                              Now sadly I leave you and travel alone
                                                                                                                                                              Through a mystic veil to the great unknown.

                                                                                                                                                              With such beautiful memories
                                                                                                                                                              That will forever be the way that I hope
                                                                                                                                                              You'll remember me.

                                                                                                                                                              Death is nothing at all (All is well)
                                                                                                                                                              by Canon Henry Scott-Holland


                                                                                                                                                              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 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 meant
                                                                                                                                                              It is the same as 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!


                                                                                                                                                              Shortened Version:

                                                                                                                                                              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 ......
                                                                                                                                                              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.

                                                                                                                                                              Do not stand at my grave and weep
                                                                                                                                                              attributed to Mary 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 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 stars that shine at night.
                                                                                                                                                              Do not stand at my grave and cry,
                                                                                                                                                              I am not there. I did not die.

                                                                                                                                                              Funeral Blues
                                                                                                                                                              by W H Auden


                                                                                                                                                              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 aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
                                                                                                                                                              Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead,
                                                                                                                                                              Put crépe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
                                                                                                                                                              Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

                                                                                                                                                              He was my North, my South, my East and West,
                                                                                                                                                              My working week and my Sunday rest,
                                                                                                                                                              My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song,
                                                                                                                                                              I thought that love would last forever: 'I was wrong'

                                                                                                                                                              The stars are not wanted now, put out every one;
                                                                                                                                                              Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
                                                                                                                                                              Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
                                                                                                                                                              For nothing now can ever come to any good.


                                                                                                                                                              God saw you getting tired
                                                                                                                                                              (Author Unknown)


                                                                                                                                                              God saw you getting tired
                                                                                                                                                              When a cure was not to be.
                                                                                                                                                              So He wrapped His arms around you,
                                                                                                                                                              And whispered, “Come unto me”.
                                                                                                                                                              You didn’t deserve what you went through,
                                                                                                                                                              And so He gave you rest.
                                                                                                                                                              God’s garden must be beautiful,
                                                                                                                                                              He only takes the best.
                                                                                                                                                              So when I saw you sleeping,
                                                                                                                                                              So peaceful and free from pain.
                                                                                                                                                              I could not wish you to come back,
                                                                                                                                                              to suffer that all again.


                                                                                                                                                              I am still with you
                                                                                                                                                              by Julie Johnson, Wings of Grace



                                                                                                                                                              If it seems that I am far away on this empty and solemn day

                                                                                                                                                              Just open your heart and know it’s true
                                                                                                                                                              that I am still right here with you.
                                                                                                                                                              If during the day things are going wrong
                                                                                                                                                              please don’t feel sad and alone.
                                                                                                                                                              Just open your heart and know it’s true
                                                                                                                                                              that I am still right here with you.
                                                                                                                                                              When night time falls and the day is done
                                                                                                                                                              If you are feeling alone and sleep won’t come
                                                                                                                                                              Just open your heart and know it’s true
                                                                                                                                                              that I am still right here with you.
                                                                                                                                                              Close your eyes, and feel the warm embrace
                                                                                                                                                              Sleep peacefully in the wings of grace
                                                                                                                                                              If sadness finds you in the morning light
                                                                                                                                                              if you feel alone,
                                                                                                                                                              don’t give up trying
                                                                                                                                                              Hold this feather close and know it’s true
                                                                                                                                                              that I am always here with you.


                                                                                                                                                              I Will Wait for You
                                                                                                                                                              by Stephen O'Brien


                                                                                                                                                              I will wait for you...
                                                                                                                                                              Though we never had a chance to say goodbye,
                                                                                                                                                              Remember me...
                                                                                                                                                              When winter snows are falling through a quiet sky
                                                                                                                                                              I'll remember you
                                                                                                                                                              When, in our darkest hour,
                                                                                                                                                              You held my hand and prayed I wouldn't go,
                                                                                                                                                              but a silent voice called out to me;
                                                                                                                                                              My time had come, and I had to travel Home...
                                                                                                                                                              Since then, I know your life has never been the same,
                                                                                                                                                              For I visit you each day:
                                                                                                                                                              So many times I've felt your pain:
                                                                                                                                                              I've watched you cry:
                                                                                                                                                              And I've heard you call my name...
                                                                                                                                                              But now, further along life's road I stand
                                                                                                                                                              In a timeless world, just beyond your sight,
                                                                                                                                                              but waiting for the day when I can take your hand
                                                                                                                                                               and bring you across to this Land of Golden Light...
                                                                                                                                                              Till then, remember me, you understand - and try not to cry.
                                                                                                                                                              But if you do:
                                                                                                                                                              Let your tears fall
                                                                                                                                                              For the happiness and joy we knew,
                                                                                                                                                              And for the special love we shared,
                                                                                                                                                              For love can never die.



                                                                                                                                                              If only life
                                                                                                                                                              (Author Unknown)


                                                                                                                                                              If only life could just stand still
                                                                                                                                                              At some appropriate time,
                                                                                                                                                              When every day is fragrant and bright
                                                                                                                                                              And the sun seems to shine all the time.
                                                                                                                                                              But life cannot stand still, and to live we must
                                                                                                                                                              Have our share of its heartaches and fears,
                                                                                                                                                              For we never could help another's sad heart
                                                                                                                                                              If we hadn't known tears through the years.

                                                                                                                                                              If tears could build a stairway
                                                                                                                                                              (Author unknown)


                                                                                                                                                              If tears could build a stairway
                                                                                                                                                              and thoughts a memory lane
                                                                                                                                                              I'd walk right up to heaven
                                                                                                                                                              and bring you home again
                                                                                                                                                              No farewell words were spoken
                                                                                                                                                              No time to say good-bye
                                                                                                                                                              You were gone before I knew it
                                                                                                                                                              And only God knows why.

                                                                                                                                                              My heart's still active in sadness
                                                                                                                                                              And secret tears still flow
                                                                                                                                                              What it meant to lose you
                                                                                                                                                              No one can ever know.
                                                                                                                                                              But now I know you want us
                                                                                                                                                              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 hallowed place within my heart
                                                                                                                                                              Is where you'll always stay

                                                                                                                                                              God knows why, with chilling touch
                                                                                                                                                              Death gathers those we love so much
                                                                                                                                                              And what now seems so strange and dim
                                                                                                                                                              Will all be clear, when we meet Him
                                                                                                                                                              I Knew you for a Moment




                                                                                                                                                              If tomorrow starts without me
                                                                                                                                                              (Author Unknown)


                                                                                                                                                              If tomorrow starts without me, and I'm not there to see,
                                                                                                                                                              If the sun should rise and find your eyes
                                                                                                                                                              all 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 love me, as much as I love you,
                                                                                                                                                              And each time that you think of me,
                                                                                                                                                              I know you'll miss me too;

                                                                                                                                                              But when tomorrow starts without me, please try to understand,
                                                                                                                                                              that an angel came and called my name,
                                                                                                                                                              And took me by the hand,

                                                                                                                                                              And said my place was ready, in heaven far above,
                                                                                                                                                              And that I'd have to leave behind
                                                                                                                                                              all those I dearly love.

                                                                                                                                                              Then as I turned to walk away, a tear fell from my eye,
                                                                                                                                                              For all my life, I'd always thought,
                                                                                                                                                              I didn't want to die.

                                                                                                                                                              I had so much to live for, so much left yet to do,
                                                                                                                                                              it seemed almost impossible,
                                                                                                                                                              that I was leaving you.

                                                                                                                                                              I thought of all the yesterdays, the good ones and the bad,
                                                                                                                                                              I thought of all that we shared,
                                                                                                                                                              And all the fun we had.

                                                                                                                                                              So 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.



                                                                                                                                                              I'm Free
                                                                                                                                                              (Author Unknown)



                                                                                                                                                              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 that place at the close 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 I too, will miss.

                                                                                                                                                              Be not burdened with times of sorrow
                                                                                                                                                              I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow
                                                                                                                                                              My life's been full, I savored much
                                                                                                                                                              Good friends, good times, a loved one's touch.

                                                                                                                                                              Perhaps my time seemed all to 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.

                                                                                                                                                              In Flanders Fields
                                                                                                                                                              by Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae


                                                                                                                                                              In Flanders fields the poppies blow
                                                                                                                                                              Between the crosses, row on row,
                                                                                                                                                              That mark our place; and in the sky
                                                                                                                                                              The larks, still bravely singing, fly
                                                                                                                                                              Scarce heard amid the guns below.
                                                                                                                                                              We are the Dead. Short days ago
                                                                                                                                                              We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
                                                                                                                                                              Loved and were loved, and now we
                                                                                                                                                              lie In Flanders fields.

                                                                                                                                                              Take up our quarrel with the foe:
                                                                                                                                                              To you from failing hands we throw
                                                                                                                                                              The torch; be yours to hold it high.
                                                                                                                                                              If ye break faith with us who die
                                                                                                                                                              We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
                                                                                                                                                              In Flanders fields.

                                                                                                                                                              Irish Blessing
                                                                                                                                                              (Traditional)


                                                                                                                                                              May the road rise to meet you
                                                                                                                                                              May the wind be always at your back
                                                                                                                                                              May the sun shine warm on your face
                                                                                                                                                              The rain fall softly on your fields
                                                                                                                                                              And until we meet again
                                                                                                                                                              May God hold you in the palm of his hand.

                                                                                                                                                              Life well Lived
                                                                                                                                                              (Author Unknown)


                                                                                                                                                              A life well lived is a precious gift,
                                                                                                                                                              of hope and strength and grace,
                                                                                                                                                              from someone who has made our world
                                                                                                                                                              a brighter, better place.

                                                                                                                                                              It's filled with moments, sweet and sad
                                                                                                                                                              with smiles and sometimes tears,
                                                                                                                                                              with friendships formed and good times shared,
                                                                                                                                                              and laughter through the years.

                                                                                                                                                              A life well lived is a legacy,
                                                                                                                                                              of joy and pride and pleasure,
                                                                                                                                                              a living, lasting memory
                                                                                                                                                              our grateful heart's will treasure.

                                                                                                                                                              Miss me but let me go
                                                                                                                                                              by Edgar Albert Guest


                                                                                                                                                              When I come to the end of the road
                                                                                                                                                              And the sun has set for me,
                                                                                                                                                              I want no rites in a gloom-filled room,
                                                                                                                                                              Why cry for a soul set free!
                                                                                                                                                              Miss me a little - but not for long
                                                                                                                                                              And not with your head bowed low.
                                                                                                                                                              Remember the love that we once shared,
                                                                                                                                                              Miss me, but let me go.

                                                                                                                                                              For this 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 sick at heart
                                                                                                                                                              Go to the friends we know,
                                                                                                                                                              And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds.
                                                                                                                                                              Miss me, but let me go.

                                                                                                                                                              No Longer Mourn For Me (Sonnet 71)
                                                                                                                                                              by William Shakespeare


                                                                                                                                                              No longer mourn for me when I am dead
                                                                                                                                                              Then you shall hear the surly sullen bell
                                                                                                                                                              Give warning to the world that I am fled
                                                                                                                                                              From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell
                                                                                                                                                              Nay, if you read this line, remember not
                                                                                                                                                              The hand that writ it; for I love you so
                                                                                                                                                              That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot
                                                                                                                                                              If thinking on me then should make you woe
                                                                                                                                                              O, if, I say, you look upon this verse
                                                                                                                                                              When I perhaps compounded am with clay
                                                                                                                                                              Do not so much as my poor name rehearse
                                                                                                                                                              But let your love even with my life decay
                                                                                                                                                              Lest the wise world should look into your moan
                                                                                                                                                              And mock you with me after I am gone

                                                                                                                                                              One at Rest
                                                                                                                                                              (Author Unknown)


                                                                                                                                                              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 now
                                                                                                                                                              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.

                                                                                                                                                              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
                                                                                                                                                              If time will ever cease?
                                                                                                                                                              I was here, I used it all
                                                                                                                                                              and now I am at peace.

                                                                                                                                                              Remember
                                                                                                                                                              by Christina Rossetti


                                                                                                                                                              Remember me when I am gone away,
                                                                                                                                                              Gone far away into the silent land;
                                                                                                                                                              When you can go 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 you should forget and smile
                                                                                                                                                              Than that you should remember and be sad.

                                                                                                                                                              She is gone
                                                                                                                                                              by David Harkins


                                                                                                                                                              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 will come back
                                                                                                                                                              Or you can open your eyes and see all that she has left.
                                                                                                                                                               
                                                                                                                                                              Your heart can be empty because you can't see her
                                                                                                                                                              Or you can be full of the love that you 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 is 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 would want:
                                                                                                                                                              smile, open your eyes,
                                                                                                                                                              love and go on.

                                                                                                                                                              (This modified version is based on an original poem by David Harkins called "Remember Me")



                                                                                                                                                              Slow Dance
                                                                                                                                                              by David L. Weatherford


                                                                                                                                                               Have you ever watched kids on a merry-go-round,
                                                                                                                                                              or listened to rain slapping the ground?


                                                                                                                                                              Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight,
                                                                                                                                                              or gazed at the sun fading into the night?


                                                                                                                                                              You better slow down, don't dance so fast,
                                                                                                                                                              time is short, the music won't last.


                                                                                                                                                              Do you run through each day on the fly,
                                                                                                                                                              when you ask "How are you?", do you hear the reply?


                                                                                                                                                              When the day is done, do you lie in your bed,
                                                                                                                                                              with the next hundred chores running through your head?


                                                                                                                                                              You better slow down, don't dance so fast,
                                                                                                                                                              time is short, the music won't last.


                                                                                                                                                              Ever told your child, we'll do it tomorrow,
                                                                                                                                                              and in your haste, not see his sorrow?


                                                                                                                                                              Ever lost touch, let a friendship die,
                                                                                                                                                              'cause you never had time to call and say hi?


                                                                                                                                                              You better slow down, don't dance so fast,
                                                                                                                                                              time is short, the music won't last.


                                                                                                                                                              When you run so fast to get somewhere,
                                                                                                                                                              you miss half the fun of getting there.


                                                                                                                                                              When you worry and hurry through your day,
                                                                                                                                                              it's like an unopened gift thrown away.


                                                                                                                                                              Life isn't a race, so take it slower,
                                                                                                                                                              hear the music before your song is over.


                                                                                                                                                              So Go and Run Free
                                                                                                                                                              (Author Unknown)


                                                                                                                                                              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


                                                                                                                                                              Someone So Dearly Loved
                                                                                                                                                              by Jacqueline Ryan

                                                                                                                                                               
                                                                                                                                                              Someone so dearly loved
                                                                                                                                                              So popular with his friends
                                                                                                                                                              we should not cry forever
                                                                                                                                                              for this is not the end.

                                                                                                                                                              His memory lives amongst us
                                                                                                                                                              Times we both laughed and cried
                                                                                                                                                              I cannot bare to lose him
                                                                                                                                                              But one day, we all must die.

                                                                                                                                                              I hear his voice within me
                                                                                                                                                              and his funny little laugh
                                                                                                                                                              So many things remind me
                                                                                                                                                              Of times that are now gone past.

                                                                                                                                                              I knew of no-one who hated him
                                                                                                                                                              He was the apple of every eye
                                                                                                                                                              Any conflicts, we all once had
                                                                                                                                                              are now by the by.



                                                                                                                                                              Take Time
                                                                                                                                                              (Author Unknown)


                                                                                                                                                              Take time to gaze at a sunset sky
                                                                                                                                                              Where colours blaze to dazzle the eye.
                                                                                                                                                              Take time to watch a moonlit sea
                                                                                                                                                              And look in awe at a towering tree.
                                                                                                                                                              Take time to look in the heart of a flower
                                                                                                                                                              Adorned with diamonds from a gentle shower.
                                                                                                                                                              Take time to view a mountain high
                                                                                                                                                              With snowy peak ‘gainst bluest sky.
                                                                                                                                                              Take time to listen to the song of birds -
                                                                                                                                                              A paean of joy without need of words.
                                                                                                                                                              Take time to tell your closest friend
                                                                                                                                                              You love and loyalty will never end.
                                                                                                                                                              Take time to stop and stand and stare
                                                                                                                                                              At wonders round you everywhere.
                                                                                                                                                              Take time to make time -
                                                                                                                                                              For all too soon there is no more time.

                                                                                                                                                              The Broken Chain
                                                                                                                                                              by Ron Tranmer


                                                                                                                                                              We little knew that day,
                                                                                                                                                              God was going to call your name.
                                                                                                                                                              In life we loved you dearly,
                                                                                                                                                              In death, we do the same.

                                                                                                                                                              It broke our hearts to lose you.
                                                                                                                                                              You did not go alone.
                                                                                                                                                              For part of us went with you,
                                                                                                                                                              The day God called you home.

                                                                                                                                                              You left us beautiful memories,
                                                                                                                                                              Your love is still our guide.
                                                                                                                                                              And although we cannot see you,
                                                                                                                                                              You are always at our side.

                                                                                                                                                              Our family chain is broken,
                                                                                                                                                              And nothing seems the same,
                                                                                                                                                              But as God calls us one by one,
                                                                                                                                                              The chain will link again.

                                                                                                                                                              The Dash Poem
                                                                                                                                                              by Linda Ellis


                                                                                                                                                              I read of a man who stood to speak
                                                                                                                                                              At the funeral of a friend.
                                                                                                                                                              He referred to the dates on her tombstone
                                                                                                                                                              From the beginning to the end.

                                                                                                                                                              He noted that first came the date of her birth
                                                                                                                                                              And spoke of 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.

                                                                                                                                                              So think about this long and hard;
                                                                                                                                                              Are there things you'd like to change?
                                                                                                                                                              For you never know how much time is left
                                                                                                                                                              That can still be rearranged.

                                                                                                                                                              If we could just slow down enough
                                                                                                                                                              To consider what's true and real
                                                                                                                                                              And always try to understand
                                                                                                                                                              The way other people feel.

                                                                                                                                                              And be less quick to anger
                                                                                                                                                              And show appreciation more
                                                                                                                                                              And love the people in our lives
                                                                                                                                                              Like we've never loved before.

                                                                                                                                                              If we treat each other with respect
                                                                                                                                                              And more often wear a smile,
                                                                                                                                                              Remembering that this special dash
                                                                                                                                                              Might only last a little while.

                                                                                                                                                              So when your eulogy is being read
                                                                                                                                                              With your life's actions to rehash
                                                                                                                                                              Would you be proud of the things they say
                                                                                                                                                              About how you spent your dash?

                                                                                                                                                              © 1996 Linda Ellis

                                                                                                                                                              www.lindaellis.net

                                                                                                                                                              The Lord is my Shepherd -Psalm 23
                                                                                                                                                              (Old Testament)


                                                                                                                                                              The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
                                                                                                                                                              He maketh me to lie down in green pastures;
                                                                                                                                                              He leadeth me beside the still waters.
                                                                                                                                                              He restoreth my soul;
                                                                                                                                                              He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.

                                                                                                                                                              Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
                                                                                                                                                              I will fear no evil:
                                                                                                                                                              for thou art with me;
                                                                                                                                                              Thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

                                                                                                                                                              Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies.
                                                                                                                                                              Thou anointest my head with oil;
                                                                                                                                                              my cup runneth over.

                                                                                                                                                              Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life.
                                                                                                                                                              And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.
                                                                                                                                                              (Psalm 23)


                                                                                                                                                              The Measure of a Man
                                                                                                                                                              (Author Unknown)


                                                                                                                                                              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, nor what was his creed?
                                                                                                                                                              But had he befriended those really in need?
                                                                                                                                                              Was he ever ready, with word of good cheer,
                                                                                                                                                              To bring back a smile, to banish a tear?
                                                                                                                                                              Not what did the sketch in the newspaper say,
                                                                                                                                                              But how many were sorry when he passed away.

                                                                                                                                                              The Road Not Taken
                                                                                                                                                              by Robert Frost


                                                                                                                                                              Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
                                                                                                                                                              And sorry I could not travel both
                                                                                                                                                              And be one traveller, long I stood
                                                                                                                                                              And looked down one as far as I could
                                                                                                                                                              To where it bent in the undergrowth;

                                                                                                                                                              Then took the other, as just as fair
                                                                                                                                                              And having perhaps the better claim,
                                                                                                                                                              Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
                                                                                                                                                              Though as for that, the passing there
                                                                                                                                                              Had worn them really about the same,

                                                                                                                                                              And both that morning equally lay
                                                                                                                                                              In leaves no step had trodden black
                                                                                                                                                              Oh, I kept the first for another day!
                                                                                                                                                              Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
                                                                                                                                                              I doubted if I should ever come back.

                                                                                                                                                              I shall be telling this with a sigh
                                                                                                                                                              Somewhere ages and ages hence:
                                                                                                                                                              Two roads diverged in a wood, and I
                                                                                                                                                              I took the one less traveled by,
                                                                                                                                                              And that has made all the difference.



                                                                                                                                                              The Time Has Come
                                                                                                                                                              (Author Unknown)


                                                                                                                                                              I know, my love,
                                                                                                                                                              The time has come
                                                                                                                                                              To finally let you go.
                                                                                                                                                              I know you're gone,
                                                                                                                                                              I must move on
                                                                                                                                                              To walk this lonely road.
                                                                                                                                                              And yet it seems
                                                                                                                                                              You're still with me
                                                                                                                                                              Each movement that I make -
                                                                                                                                                              A guiding light,
                                                                                                                                                              Still burning bright
                                                                                                                                                              With each step that I take.

                                                                                                                                                              I can't forget,
                                                                                                                                                              I won't regret
                                                                                                                                                              The moments that we shared.
                                                                                                                                                              Your gentle face,
                                                                                                                                                              The loving ways
                                                                                                                                                              That showed how much you cared.
                                                                                                                                                              Right from the start,
                                                                                                                                                              You touched my heart,
                                                                                                                                                              You opened up my eyes.
                                                                                                                                                              You helped me see
                                                                                                                                                              What I could be,
                                                                                                                                                              That I could reach the skies.

                                                                                                                                                              Now I still find
                                                                                                                                                              You're on my mind,
                                                                                                                                                              Though you're so far away.
                                                                                                                                                              I know it's wrong,
                                                                                                                                                              I can't hold on,
                                                                                                                                                              It's time to find my way -
                                                                                                                                                              Without your love
                                                                                                                                                              To lift me up,
                                                                                                                                                              Sometimes it's hard to face.
                                                                                                                                                              But in my dreams
                                                                                                                                                              You're still with me,
                                                                                                                                                              A part I can't erase.

                                                                                                                                                              With each new day,
                                                                                                                                                              It doesn't fade,
                                                                                                                                                              It's lonely with you gone.
                                                                                                                                                              Memories
                                                                                                                                                              Keep haunting me,
                                                                                                                                                              And yet I must move on.
                                                                                                                                                              Perhaps in time
                                                                                                                                                              Someday I'll find
                                                                                                                                                              It doesn't hurt so much.
                                                                                                                                                              But I know now
                                                                                                                                                              Without a doubt,
                                                                                                                                                              I won't forget your love.


                                                                                                                                                              To Those Whom I Love & Those Who Love Me
                                                                                                                                                              by Mary Alice Ramish



                                                                                                                                                              When I am gone, release me, let me go.
                                                                                                                                                              I have so many things to see and do,
                                                                                                                                                              You must not tie yourself to me with tears
                                                                                                                                                              Be happy that I have had so many years


                                                                                                                                                              I gave you my love, you can only guess
                                                                                                                                                              How much you gave me in happiness
                                                                                                                                                              I thank you for the love each have shown
                                                                                                                                                              But now it is time I travelled on alone


                                                                                                                                                              So grieve a while for me, if grieve you must
                                                                                                                                                              Then let your grief be comforted by trust
                                                                                                                                                              It is only for a while that we must part
                                                                                                                                                              So bless the memories in your heart


                                                                                                                                                              I will not 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 will be near
                                                                                                                                                              And if you listen with your heart, you will hear
                                                                                                                                                              All of my love around you soft and clear


                                                                                                                                                              Then, when you must come this way alone
                                                                                                                                                              I will greet you with a smile and welcome home



                                                                                                                                                              When I must leave you
                                                                                                                                                              by Helen Steiner Rice


                                                                                                                                                              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 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


                                                                                                                                                              Whispers in the Breeze
                                                                                                                                                              by Greg McVickers


                                                                                                                                                              Realizing my innermost fears
                                                                                                                                                              Choking back the steady stream of tears
                                                                                                                                                              Not knowing your time had come
                                                                                                                                                              Without you I feel so numb

                                                                                                                                                              Just a whisper in the breeze
                                                                                                                                                              Brought my world down to its knees
                                                                                                                                                              The day that you were called away
                                                                                                                                                              Paradise is where you now stay

                                                                                                                                                              When the days do come to pass
                                                                                                                                                              I'll call upon your bed of grass
                                                                                                                                                              Comfort inside knowing you're there
                                                                                                                                                              Looking up at my vacant stare

                                                                                                                                                              The silence I exchange with thee
                                                                                                                                                              Speaks volumes, I'm sure this you'll see
                                                                                                                                                              My shadow it casts across your grave
                                                                                                                                                              While I stand so lonely, I stand so brave

                                                                                                                                                              Now the days they seem so long
                                                                                                                                                              In my arms is where you belong
                                                                                                                                                              I close my eyes and hear you speak
                                                                                                                                                              You call my name, my legs grow weak

                                                                                                                                                              Together we promised that we would grow old
                                                                                                                                                              We thought our happiness would never unfold
                                                                                                                                                              I'll kneel at your feet with my head hung low
                                                                                                                                                              Thoughts in my mind, which you already know

                                                                                                                                                              This quality time with you I spend
                                                                                                                                                              Will hopefully help my broken heart mend
                                                                                                                                                              Feeling guilty when I turn to leave
                                                                                                                                                              Returning home, I continue to grieve

                                                                                                                                                              When my term approaches death
                                                                                                                                                              Time to exhale one final breath
                                                                                                                                                              I wonder if others will fall to their knees
                                                                                                                                                              When my name whispers in the breeze


                                                                                                                                                              Copyright Greg McVicker 2001. All Rights Reserved.
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