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Meaningful Words A colllection of Poems, Quotes & Prayers for Eulogies1. Keep away from people who try to belittle your 14. All men and women are born, live suffer and die; ambitions. Small people always do that, but what distinguishes us one from another is our the really great make you feel that you, too, can dreams, whether they be dreams about worldly become great. or unworldly things, and what we do to make Mark Twain them come about. Anon 2. When one door of happiness closes, another opens but we often look so long at the closed 15. We do not choose to be born. We do not choose door that we do not see the one which has been our parents. We do not choose to die; nor do opened for us. we choose the time and conditions of our death. Anon But within the realm of choicelessness, we do choose how we live. 3. It is far easier to be wise for someone else than to Joseph Epstein be wise for oneself. Anon 16. The secret of health for both mind and body is not to mourn for the past, not to worry about the 4. As long as they did it to us remains part of our future, or not to anticipate troubles, but to live in thinking, we won’t find the identity and joy and the present moment wisely and earnestly. satisfaction in life we are seeking. Buddha Anon. 17. Anything that fries to burn my heart will be denied 5. To move ahead requires that we not only let go and anything and all that weighs me down I will of our anger but that we distance ourselves from gladly cast aside. others who are angry, accusatory and who have Anon made themselves victims of their own beliefs. Anon 18. Your success is only limited by your desires. Anon 6. It takes a special type of courage to face what we have to face. 19. Do not blindly believe what others say. See for Anon yourself what brings contentment, clarity and peace. That is the path for you to follow. 7. We have to stop playing the role of poor us and Anon create a new model for ourselves - that of a loving, creating powerful and abundant adult. 20. A man becomes what he thinks about most of Anon the time. Anon 8. The only thing we can safely trust is our ability to handle what ever anyone says or does to us. 21. More learning translates into more earning. Anon Anon . 22. I have seen the enemy and he looks just 9. We may run, walk, stumble, drive, or fly, but let us like me. never lose sight of the reason for the journey, or Anon miss a chance to see a rainbow on the way. Gloria Gather 23. If you believe that you can do a thing, or if you believe you can not, in either case you are right. 10. If we perceive our mates as human beings who Anon don’t always follow our script, we can keep an 24. If you went to make enemies, try to change open heart. If we have fairy tale expectations, something. our hearts will be broken and it is hard to fix Pres. Woodrow Wilson them again. Anon 25. A good listener is not only popular everywhere, 11. Pointing a finger is a powerless act - the only real but after a while he knows something. Anon power lies in taking control of our reactions to whatever life hands us. 26. Anybody can become angry. That is not difficult: Anon but to be angry with the right person and to the right degree, and at the right time, and for the right 12. What ever happens in life, I’ll handle it. Anon purpose and in the right way: that is not within everybody’s capability end it Is not easy 13. No one has the power to irritate me unless I allow Aristotle it. I focus my mind upon my highest good and feel 27. To live is to suffer, to survive is to find meaning this inspire me. Anon in the suffering. Victor Frankl  Graphic Source Poem Book28. There are as many nights as days, and the one 39. If we are to teach real peace in this world, and is just as long as the other in the years course. we are to carry on a real war against war, we shall Even a happy life cannot be without a measure have to begin with the children. Mahatma Gandhi of darkness, and the word ‘happy’ would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness. It 40. Life begins at the end of your comfort zone far better to take things as they come along with Neale Donald Walcsh patience and equanimity” Jung 41. Don’t be afraid in your life to s-t-r-e-t-c-h, Reach higher than your grasp. lt may seem scary at rst fi 29. Twenty years from now you will be more but you’ll come to enjoy it. disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than Neale Donald Walcsh by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade 42. It may be that when we no longer know what to winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover. do, we have come to our real work, and when we ” Mark Twain, 1835-1910 American Author no longer know which way to go, we have begun our real journey.” Wendell Berry 30. The highest wisdom is kindness. The Talmud 43. No one can persuade another to change. Each 31. There comes a time in some relationships when of us guards a gate of change that can only be no matter how sincere the attempt to reconcile opened from the inside. We cannot open the gate the differences or how strong the wish to recreate of another, either by argument or by emotional a part of the past once shared, the struggle appeal. M Ferguson becomes so painful that nothing else is felt and the world and all it’s beauty only add to the 44. Between stimulus and response, man has the discomfort by providing cruel contrast. freedom to choose. David Viscott Victor Frankl 32. Existence is pure joy, and if one does not see 45. Response-ability, the ability to choose your that, one’s perception is wrong. response. Anon Anon 33. To recount the journey of someone’s life, to do 46. I am what I am today because of the choices I them justice, you really have to have traveled made yesterday. Anon with them. Anon 47. It’s not what happens to us but our response to 34. It is my hope that when you face your own death, what happens to us that hurts us. Of cse things or the death of someone you love, you will take can hurt us physically or economically, and can enough time to slow down. cause sorrow, but our character, our best identity, Carolyn Pogue does not have to be hurt at all. 35. We don’t need more money, we don’t need Steven Covey greater success or fame, we don’t need the perfect body or even the perfect mate. Right 48. You cannot talk yourself out of problems you now, at this very moment, we have a mind, which have behaved your way into. Steven Covey is all the basic equipment we need to achieve complete happiness. 49. The most important ingredient we put into any Dalai Lama relationship is not what we say or do, but who we are. 36. Unless we can hear each other singing and crying, Steven Covey unless we can comfort each others failures and cheer each others victories, we are missing out on 50. One person’s mission is another persons minutia. the best that life has to offer. The only real action Anon takes place on the bridge between people.’ Anon 51. Action will change your attitude, motion will change your emotions, movement will change 37. In our daily lives, we must see that it is not your moods. happiness that makes us grateful but gratefulness Anon that makes us happy. - Albert Clarke 52. It’s not what you do the same as everyone else that matters its what you do differently. 38. Is this who I am, what would love do now? Anon Neale Donald Walcsh  5 Graphic Source Poem Book53. Often the difference between success and 67. Your life only gets better when you get better. Anon failure is not one’s better abilities or ideas, but the courage that one has to bet on his ideas, to take 68. Confi dence....thrives only on honesty, on honor, the calculated risk and to act. Dr Maxwell Maltz on the sacredness of obligations, on faithful protection and on unselfi sh performance. Without 54. It’s your attitude not your aptitude that determines them, it cannot live. Franklin D. Roosevelt your altitude. Zig Zigler 69. I learned that good judgment comes from 55. A rut is just a coffi n with the ends knocked out. experience and that experience grows out of Anon mistakes. Omar Bradley 56. Flow around obstacles, don’t confront them. 70. I have yet to nd fi the man, however exalted his Don’t struggle to succeed. Wait for the right station, who did not do better work and put forth moment. Lao Tsu. greater effort under a spirit of approval than under a spirit of criticism. Charles Schwab 57. Pushing through fear is less frightening than living with the underlying fear that comes from the 71. Brave people apologise - weak people don’t. feeling of helplessness. Anon Susan Jeffers. 72. Keep on going and the chances are you will 58. Fear is an indicator that you are reaching your stumble on something, perhaps when you are limits. It is a green light to keep going. If you are least expecting it. I have never heard of anyone not feeling any fear, you may not be growing. Don’t stumbling on something sitting down. delay the trepidation, but take the step anyway. Charles F. Kettering Ships are not designed to stay in the harbor. Susan Jeffers 73. I have learned over the years that when one’s mind is made up, this diminishes fear; knowing 59. Often the difference between a success and what must be done does away with fear. failure is not one’s better abilities or ideas, but the Rosa Parks courage that one has to bet on his ideas, to take the calculated risk and to act 74. When wealth is lost, nothing is lost; when health Dr Maxwell Maltz. is lost, something is lost; when character is lost, 60. You must re-educate yourself to accept fear as a all is lost. Billy Graham necessary part of growth, then move on. 90% of what we worry about never eventuates. 75. If you don’t take time for being healthy, you’ll Anon eventually have to make time for being sick. Wayne Dwyer 61. Leadership is the capacity to translate vision into reality. Warren G. Bennis 76. Optimism means expecting the best, but confi dence means knowing how to handle the 62. Vision without action is merely a dream. Action worst. Never make a move if you are merely without vision just passes the time. Vision with optimistic. The Zurich Axioms action can change the world. Joel Barker. 77. The state of your life is nothing more than a 63. One of the biggest fears that keeps us from refl ection of your state of mind. Dr. Wayne Dyer moving ahead with our lives is our diffi culty in making decisions. The irony of course is that by 78. Where are my thoughts taking me? You can’t not choosing we are choosing. Susan Jeffers. escape the accumulated effect of your attitude. It is to let the past over whelm you rather than let 64. If you don’t create your own future, someone it instruct you. Anon else will. Anon 79. A grateful person is a powerful person, for 65. Remember, there are never any traffi c jams on gratitude generates power. All abundance is the extra mile. based on being grateful for what we have. Anon 66. Truth can be denied but it can’t be avoided. Elizabeth Kubler Ross. Anon 6 6 Graphic Source Poem Book Graphic Source Poem Book80. The quality of my life is the quality of your personal 96. The successful always has a number of projects communications with yourself and others. planned, to which he looks forward. Anyone Tony Robbins. of them could change the course of his life overnight. 81. 7% of communications is words, 3% is tonealty, Mark Caine 55% is physiogolgy - facial expressions, body 97. I believe that persistent effort, supported by a language. Tony Robbins. character-based foundation, will enable you to get more of the things money will buy and all of 82. Being defeated is often a temporary condition. the things money won’t buy. Zig Ziglar Giving up is what makes it permanent. Marilyn Vos Savant 98. When the WHY gets stronger, the how gets 83. Patience and perseverance have a magical effect easier. Jim Rohn before which diffi culties disappear and obstacles vanish. 99. Life is not measured by the number of breaths John Quincy Adams we take, but by the moments that take our breath 84. In the middle of diffi culty lies opportunity. away. Anon Albert Einstein 100. Money talks…but chocolate sings 85. If you let conditions stop you from working, they’ll Anon always stop you. James T. Farrell 101. I’d rather take action and fail at something than do nothing, and succeed. Anon 86. Our only limitations are those which we set up in our minds or permit others to establish for us. 102. You move in the direction of your most positive Elizabeth Arden thoughts. Anon 87. The Big Shots Are only the Little Shots Who keep on Shooting. 103. If the only exercise you get is from jumping to Christopher Morley conclusions, then go join a gym. Anon 88. We must either fi nd a way or make one. Hannibal 104. Think the perfect result for long enough and it 89. The universe is full of magical things, waiting for will come. Anon our wits to grow sharper. Eden Philpotts 105. No one who is good at making excuses is also 90. Success is never nal fi and failure never fatal. It’s good at making money. The skills are mutually courage that counts. exclusive. Anon Anon 91. Everyone has the need to contribute. It is one of 106. To celebrate life you have to life it. To live life you the six human needs. If you give from your heart, have to experience all of it. Erin Devore it will come back to you tenfold. Tony Robbins 107. Knowing is not enough; we must apply. Willing is 92. Courage is going from failure to failure without not enough; we must do. Johann Goethe losing enthusiasm. Winston Churchill 108. Whatever may be said in praise of poverty, the 93. In life it is hard. You’re either in a problem, fact remains that it is not possible to live a really heading toward one or just left one. complete or successful life unless one is rich. Anon Wallace D. Wattles 94. Every single life only becomes great when the 109. Your enemy and what you retaliate against, are individual sets upon a goal or goals which they actually products of your own mind Dalai Lama really believe in, which they can really commit themselves to, which they can put their whole 110. Without inner mental stability, or the right mental heart and soul into. Brian Tracy attitude, one cannot be happy, calm or at peace, even if one is surrounded by the best of friends or 95. Fail to plan?......then plan to fail. the best of facilities. Anon Dalai Lama 7 Graphic Source Poem Book Graphic Source Poem Book111. You can’t do good business with a bad man. 128. They say such nice things about people at their Zig Zigler funerals that it makes me sad to realize that I’m going to miss mine by just a few days. 112. ‘Say not in grief ‘he is no more’ but live in Garrison Keillor thankfulness that he was’ Hebrew proverb 129. It’s only when we truly know and understand that we have a limited time on earth and that we 113. ‘Yesterday is a memory, tomorrow is a mystery have no way of knowing when our time is up, we and today is a gift, which is why it is called the will then begin to live each day to the fullest, as if present’ Anon it was the only one we had. Elisabeth Kubler-Ross 114. ‘What the caterpillar perceives is the end, to the 130. It is not the end of the physical body that should butterfly is just the beginning’ Anon worry us. Rather, our concern must be to live while we’re alive, to release our inner selves from 115. ‘Everything that has a beginning has an ending. the spiritual death that comes with living behind a Make your peace with that and all will be well’ facade designed to conform to external definitions Buddist saying of who and what we are. Elisabeth Kubler-Ross 116. ‘There was never yet an uninteresting life. Such a thing is an impossibility. Inside of the dullest 131. The grave is but a covered bridge, leading from exterior there is a drama, a comedy and a light to light, through a brief darkness. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow tragedy’ Mark Twain, The refuge of the Derelicts 1905 132. For those who seek to understand it, death is a 117. Sometimes, when one person is missing, the highly creative force. The highest spiritual values whole world seems depopulated. of life can originate from the thought and study Lamartine of death Elisabeth Kubler-Ross 118. The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone. 133. Death is the great clarifier; it shows us what is Harriet Beecher Stowe important. Elisabeth Kubler-Ross 119. As men, we are all equal in the presence of death 134. For any culture which is primarily concerned Publilius Syrus with meaning, the study of death, the only certainty that life holds for us must be central, for 121. When you were born, you cried and the world an understanding of death is the key to liberation rejoiced. Live you life in a manner so that when in life. Stanislav Grof you die the world cries and you rejoice. Native American Proverb 135. For a man who has done his natural duty, death 122. Though Heaven & Earth divide us and the is as natural as sleep. George Santayana distance seems a lot there is a flower that bloomed between us its called the Forget-me-not 136. Good men must die, but death cannot kill their Anon names. The Bible 123. Let us so live that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry. 137. Death is simply a shedding of the physical Mark Twain body like the butterfly shedding its cocoon. It is a transition to a higher state of consciousness 124. It is not length of life, but depth of life. where you continue to perceive, to understand, Ralph Waldo Emerson to laugh, and to be able to grow. Elisabeth Kubler-Ross 125. Death is more universal than life; everyone dies but not everyone lives. A.Sachs 138. I’ve told my children that when I die, to release balloons in the sky to celebrate that I graduated. 126. Do not fear death so much, but rather the For me, death is a graduation. Elisabeth Kubler-Ross inadequate life. Bertolt Brecht 139. We sometimes congratulate ourselves at the 127. There is no cure for birth and death save to enjoy moment of waking from a troubled dream; it may the interval. be so the moment after death. George Santayana Nathaniel Hawthorne  Graphic Source Poem Book140. Because I could not stop for death, He kindly 154. There was never yet an uninteresting life. Such a stopped for me; The carriage held but just thing is an impossibility. Inside of the dullest exterior ourselves and immortality. there is a drama, a comedy and a tragedy. Emily Dickinson Mark Twain 141. Death comes to all. But great achievements 155. When we come into contact with the precarious build a monument which shall endure until the nature of this life we also see its preciousness and sun grows cold. then it makes us not want to waste a moment. George Fabricius Anon 142. Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love 156. May you have food and raiment, A soft pillow leaves a memory no one can steal. Anon for your head, May you be forty years in heaven, before the devil knows you’re dead. Old Irish Toast 143. The beauty of the soul shines out when a man bears with composure one heavy mischance after 157. If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be another, not because he does not feel them, but a hundred minus one day, so I never have to live because he is a man of high and heroic temper. without you. Aristotle Winnie the Pooh 144. The courage of life is often a less dramatic 158. And I have learned that there is not much spectacle than the courage of the nal fi moment; difference in the storms. But the difference is in but it is no less a magnifi cent mixture of triumph the power to withstand, to rise up again and to and tragedy. move onto a higher level than you were before John F. Kennedy the storm hit you. So we’re not victims when we live by faith, never We become the conquerors. 145. The length of your education is less important R Schuller than its breadth, and the length of your life is less important than its depth. 159. While we are mourning the loss of our friend, Marilyn vos Savant others are rejoicing to meet him behind the veil. J Taylor 146. The question is not whether we will die, but how we will live. Joan Borysenko 160. You can clutch the past so tightly to your chest that it leaves your arms too full to embrace 147. In the great scheme of things, what matters is the present. J Gildewell not how long you live, but why you live, what you stand for, and what you are willing to die for. 161. Memory is a way of holding onto the things you Paul Watson love, the things you are, the things you never 148. No one’s death comes to pass without making want to lose. Anon some impression, and those close to the deceased inherit part of the liberated soul and 162. It’s so curious: one can resist tears and ‘behave’ become richer in their humanness. Hermann Broch very well in the hardest hours of grief. But then someone makes you a friendly sign behind 149. Those who love deeply never grow old; they a window, or one notices that a ower fl that may die of old age, but they die young. was in bud only yesterday has suddenly A. W. Pinero blossomed, or a letter slips from a drawer... then everything collapses. 150. To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die. Clyde Campbell Collete 151. Yesterday is a memory, tomorrow is a mystery 163. No matter how rich you become, how famous and today is a gift, which is why it is called the or powerful, when you die the size of your funeral present. will still pretty much depend on the weather. Anon M Pritchard 152. What the caterpillar perceives is the end, to the 164. Give sorrow words. The grief that does not butterfl y is just the beginning. Anon speak, whispers the o’er fraught heart and bids it break. W. Shakespeare. 153. Everything that has a beginning has an ending. Make your peace with that and all will be well. 165. The song is ended, but the melody lingers Buddist saying on... Irving Berlin  9 Graphic Source Poem Bookyou to allow your thoughts to dwell too long upon 164. Grief is not forever but love is. the dead. Think of me now and again as I was in Anon life, at some moment which is pleasant to recall, but not for too long. Leave me in peace, as I shall 166. Death ends a life, not a relationship. Jack Lemmon too leave you in peace. While you live, let your thoughts be with the living. 167. Every man dies. Not every man really lives. Anon William Wallace 3. To laugh often and much, to win the respect of 168. If man hasn’t discovered something that he will intelligent people and the affection of children; die for, he isn’t fit to live. to earn the appreciation of honest critics and to Martin Luther King, Jr. endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to leave the 169. Neither fire nor wind, birth nor death can erase world a bit better whether by a healthy child, a our good deeds. Buddha garden patch or a redeemed social condition; to know even one life has breathed easier because 170. For what is to die, but to stand in the sun and melt you have lived. This is to have succeeded. into the wind? And when the Earth has claimed (Ralph Waldo Emerson) our limbs, then we shall truly dance. Kahlil Gibran 4. We all suffer some unavoidable losses. People we love die, close friends move away, and, 171. How far you go in life depends on your being despite our best efforts, some of the venture we tender with the young,compassionate with the undertake don’t work out. What’s a person to do aged, sympathetic with the striving, and tolerant when he or she suffers a bad break? We can of the weak and strong. Because someday in complain, but fussing doesn’t change anything. If your life you will have been all of these. we accept our losses, we grieve by crying about George Washington Carver them. Crying doesn’t help either. that’s why we cry - because nothing helps. but grieving does 172. It is not death, but dying, which is terrible. allow us to bury our dead and to get beyond our Henry Fieldin disappointments. This leaves room in our hearts that we may be able to fill with love for someone 173. It’s not that I’m afraid to die. I just don’t want to be else or hope for some new undertaking, but we there when it happens. Woody Allen cannot hurry our pain to rush our willingness to begin anew. We need to move on in our lives in 174. I do not believe that any man fears to be dead, search of whatever is available that makes us but only the stroke of death. happy, but a major loss leaves a hole in our hearts Francis Bacon - a hole that can never be completely refilled. Sheldon Kopp 5. The human race is alone; but individual men need not be alone, because we have each Longer Quotes Suitable for Eulogies other. We are brothers without a father; let us all the more for that behave brotherly to each 1. In the presence of death, we must continue to sing other. ...The finest chievement for humanity is the song of life. We must be able to accept death to recognize our predicament, including our and go from it’s presence better able to bear our insecurity and our coming extinction, and to burdens and to lighten the load of others. Out of maintain our cheerfulness and love and decency our sorrows should come understanding. Through in spite of it, to prosecute our ideals in spite of it. our sorrows, we join with all of those before who We have good things to contemplate and high have had to suffer and all of those who will yet things to do. Let us do them. have to do so. Let us not be gripped by the fear Richard Robinson of death. If another day be added to our lives, let us joyfully receive it, but let us not anxiously The River depend on our tomorrows. Though we grieve the In the early days of our great country, a father and deaths of our loved ones, we accept them and his young son were making a journey into the hold on to our memories as precious gifts. Let us nearby village to acquire some tools and supplies. make the best of our loved ones while they are Starting early in the morning, the two set forth with us, and let us not bury our love with death. on their assignment. To reach their destination, Seneca they had to cross a narrow stream and proceed through the woods, the countryside, and finally into 2. When I am dead, cry for me a little, think of me the center of town. After completing their mission, sometimes, but not too much. It is not good for 10 Graphic Source Poem Bookthey began their return trip home. As they walked House Building along, a severe thunderstorm erupted. With the An elderly carpenter was ready to retire. He told heavy downpour of water, the stream that was his employer contractor of his plans to leave the virtually nonexistent in the morning swelled to house-building business and live a more leisurely twice its size, and the waters swirled viciously life with his wife enjoying his extended family. against tree roots and rocks and rolled furiously He would miss the paycheck, but he needed downstream. Fear rose within the child and the to retire. They could get by. The contractor was wise father offered to carry his son. Into the sorry to see his good worker go and asked if he open arms of the father climbed the youngster, could build just one more house as a personal and experiencing safety and security, he quickly favor. The carpenter said yes, but in time it was fell asleep in his father’s strong and protective arms. On arriving home, the father placed the easy to see that his heart was not in his work. sleeping child into bed. In the morning, with the He resorted to shoddy workmanship and used sun shining through the windows, the youngster inferior materials. It was an unfortunate way to end awoke in pleasant and comfortable surroundings. a dedicated career. When the carpenter nished fi Safe, comfortable and content, no longer fearful, his work the employer came to inspect the house. he inquired, “Am I home? Did my father carry me He handed the front-door key to the carpenter. across the raging waters?” His mother responded “This is your house,” he said, “My gift to you?” with, “Yes, my child, your father brought you The carpenter was shocked What a shame If he safely home. You are in your room in your father’s had only known he was building his own house, house, snug and unharmed.” So it will be with he would have done it all so differently. So it is with each of us as we cross “the river” and awaken in us. We build our lives a day at a time often putting a special room in a very special house. less than our best into the building. Then with a Author Unknown shock we realize we have to live in the house we have built. If we could do it over, we’d do it much Friends differently. But we cannot go back. You are the When we honestly ask ourselves which person carpenter. Each day you hammer a nail, place in our lives means the most us, we often fi nd a board, or erect a wall. Life is a do-it-yourself that it is those who, instead of giving much project?” someone has said. Your attitudes and advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather the choices you make today build the “house” to share our pain and touch our wounds with you live in tomorrow. Build wisely Author unknown a gentle and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or An Echo . . . or Life confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not A son and his father were walking in the knowing, not curing, not healing and face with mountains. Suddenly, his son falls, hurts himself us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a and screams, “Ahhhh” To his surprise, he hears friend who cares. his voice repeating, somewhere in the mountains, - Henri Nouwen “Ahhhh” He looks to his father and asks, “What’s The Truth About Failure going on?” His father smiles and says, “My son, pay attention.” and he screams to the mountain, Failure doesn’t mean you are a failure . . . it does “I admire you. The voice answers: “I admire you.” mean you haven’t succeeded yet. Failure doesn’t Again the man screams, “You are a champion?” mean you have accomplished nothing . . . it The voice answers, “You are a champion?” The does mean you have learned something. Failure boy is surprised but does not understand. Then doesn’t mean you have been a fool . . . it does the father explains, “People call this an echo, mean you had a lot of faith. Failure doesn’t mean but really this is life. It gives you back everything you have been disgraced . . . it does mean you you say and do. Our lives are a refl ection of our were willing to try. Failure doesn’t mean you don’t actions. If you want more love in the world, create have it . . . it does mean you have to do something more love in your heart. If you want competency in in a different way. Failure doesn’t mean you are your team, improve your own competence. This inferior . . . it does mean you are not perfect. relationship applies to everything, in all aspects Failure doesn’t mean you’ve wasted your life . . of life: Life will give you back everything you have . it does mean you’ve a reason to start afresh. given to it?” Failure doesn’t mean you should give up . . . it Author unknown does mean you should try harder. Failure doesn’t Which Are You Feeding? mean you’ll never make it . . . it does mean it will take a little longer. Failure doesn’t mean God An old Cherokee is teaching his grandson about has abandoned you . . . it does mean God has a life. “A ght fi is going on inside me, ” he said to better idea the boy, “It is a terrible fight and it is between Robert Schuller, 11 Graphic Source Poem Booktwo wolves. One is evil-he is anger, envy, GeneralPoems sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, In Our Hearts and ego. The other is good-he is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, We thought of you with love today. But that is empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and nothing new. We thought about you yesterday. faith. This same fight is going on inside you-and And days before that too. We think of you in inside every other person, too.” The grandson silence. We often speak your name. Now all we thought about it for a minute and then asked have is memories. And your picture in a frame. his grandfather, “Which wolf will win?” The old Your memory is our keepsake. With which we’ll Cherokee simply replied, “The one you feed.” never part. God has you in his keeping. We have Author unknown you in our heart.. Author unknown A Living Sermon If Tomorrow Never Comes I would rather see a sermon, than hear one any Tomorrow is not promised to anyone young or day. I’d rather one should walk with me, than old alike, and today may be the last chance to merely show the way. I can soon learn how hold your loved one tight. So if you are waiting for to do it, if you let me see it done. I can watch tomorrow, why not do it today? For if tomorrow your hands in action, but your tongue too fast never comes, you will surely regret the day, you may run. And the sermons you deliver, may did not take the extra time for a smile, a hug, or be very good and true, But I’d rather learn my a kiss. You were just too busy to grant them their lesson, by observing what you do. I may not one last wish. So hold your loved ones close understand you, and the high advice you give. today, whisper in their ear. Tell them how much But there is no misunderstanding, how you ACT you love them and you’ll always hold them dear. and how you LIVE. Anon And if tomorrow never comes, you will have no regrets about today. Anon Don’t Quit When things go wrong, as they sometimes will, Angels When the road your trudging seems all uphill, When you were born, an angel smiled, As you When the funds are low and the debts are high, became a child, an angel sat on your shoulder And you want to smile, but you have to sigh, When you became an adult, an angel held your When care is pressing you down a bit, Rest if hand As you grew old, an angel walked down the you must but don’t you quit. Life is queer with it’s road with you, And, when you died, another angel twists and turns, As everyone of us sometimes got their wings. learns, And many a failure turns about, When we Unknown might have won had we stuck it out. Don’t give Memories Build a Special Bridge up though the pace seems slow, You may well succeed with another blow. Success is failure Our memories build a special bridge when loved turned inside out, The silver tint of the clouds of ones have to part to help us feel we’re with them doubt And you never can tell just how close you still and sooth a grieving heart. Our memories are, It may be near when it seems so far. So stick span the years we shared, preserving ties that to the fight when your hardest hit, It’s when things bind, They build a special bridge of love and bring seem worst that you must not quit. us peace of mind. Anon Emily Matthews I Wish You Enough Nothing Gold Can Stay I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue bright. I wish you enough rain to appreciate the to hold Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an sun more. I wish you enough happiness to keep hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank your spirit alive. I wish you enough pain so that to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold the smallest joys in life appear much bigger. I can stay. wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting. I Robert Frost (1875-1963) wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess. I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final good-bye. Anon 12 Graphic Source Poem BookSpring Thaw 3. Say not, they die, those splendid souls, Whose Not that winter seemed so long, life is winged with purpose ne; fi Who leave us, We were content together, pointed to the goals; Who learn to conquer and resign. Such cannot die; they vanquish time, Our home was warm with love, it could And ll fi the world with glowing light, Making the Withstand the fi ercest weather. human life sublime With memories of their secret Yet sometimes we would speak of spring, might. They cannot die whose lives are part Of the great life that is to be; Whose hearts beat Anticipate the greening with the world’s great heart, And throb with its On all the views we loved so well, high intensity. Those souls are great, who, dying, Now touched with greater meaning. gave A gift of greater life to man; Death stands Today I walk in early spring abashed before the brave; They own a life death cannot ban. As memories come welling... Anon And oh, to see a crocus bloom 4. It must be borne in mind that the tragedy of life And you not here for telling doesn’t lie in not reaching your goal. The tragedy Lee Avery Reed lies in having no goal to reach. It is not a calamity to die with dreams unfulfi lled. But it is a calamity 1. In life there is no certainty, No guarantees are not to dream. It is not a disaster to be unable given at birth, No promise of longevity or fairness to capture your ideal, But it is a disaster to no in our time on earth. Length in years is not a ideal to capture. It is not a disgrace not to reach way to measure what a life is worth, The butterfl y the stars. But it is a disgrace not to have stars to lives only days, but soars to heights with grace reach for. Not failure, but low aim is a sin. and mirth. Dr Benjamin Elijah Mays 1894-1984 Anon The Broken Chain 2. Hold onto what is good, even if it is only a handful I little knew that morning. God was going to call of earth. Hold onto what you believe, even if it your name, In life I loved you dearly, in death I do is a tree which stands by itself. Hold onto what the same. It broke my heart to loose you, you did you must do, even if it is a long way from here. not go alone, for part of me went with you, the Hold onto Life, even when it is easier letting go. day God called you home. You left me beautiful Hold onto my hand, even when I have gone away memories your love is still my guide, and though from you. Native American saying we cannot see you, you’re always at my side. Our family chain is broken and nothing seems the Love Lives On same, but as God calls us one by one, the chain Those we love are never really lost to us - we feel will link again. Anon them in so many special ways- through friends they always cared about and dreams they left You’re Free At Last behind, in beauty that they added to our days... A brief candle; both ends burning An endless in words of wisdom we still carry with us and mile; a bus wheel turning A friend to share the memories that never will be gone... Those we lonesome times A handshake and a sip of wine love are never really lost to us - For everywhere So say it loud and let it ring We are all a part of their special love lives on. A. Bradley everything The future, present and the past Fly on proud bird You’re free at last. C. Daniels The Stranger Farewell Death will the body And the body’s hope of time; Farewell to Thee But not farewell To all my Death will undo Faith that depends upon another’s fondest thoughts of Thee; Within my heart they word And has not felt the re fi Credulity that passes still shall dwell And they shall cheer and comfort for belief, The airy gallantry, the fantasies Of the me. Life seems more sweet that Thou didst live enthusing spirit, Promise and pretension and And men more true Thou wert one; Nothing is lost pretences Death will undo all these. All these that Thou didst give, Nothing destroyed that Thou are gossamer. There yet remains hast done. Anne Bronte 1820-1849 12 13 Graphic Source Poem Booksheaves. “My Lord has need of these flowerets 5. The indestructible principle, the stranger, Little gay,” The Reaper said, and smiled; “Dear tokens regarded in the masque of life, But now, as blood of the earth are they, Where he was once a child.” turns cold, One by whose eye we see Essential “They shall all bloom in fields of light, Transplanted things, One by whose nature We know ourselves by my care, And saints, upon their garments undying, One by whose word, had we but heeded white, These sacred blossoms wear.” And the it, We might have understood much earlier What mother gave, in tears and pain, The flowers she only now we know. Death frees the stranger in most did love; She knew she should find them all us. He is I. again In the fields of light above. O, not in cruelty, Anon not in wrath, he Reaper came that day; ‘T was If I Knew an angel visited the green earth, And took the flowers away. If I knew it would be the last time That I’d see H W Longfellow (1807-1882) you fall asleep, would tuck you in more tightly and Every blade in the field pray the Lord, your soul to keep. If I knew it would be the last time that I see you walk out the door, I Every leaf in the forest Lays down its life in the would give you a hug and kiss and call you back season As beautifully as it is taken up for one more. If I knew it would be the last time I’d Thoreau hear your voice lifted up in praise, I would video tape each action and word, so I could play them We never lose the ones we love, back day after day. If I knew it would be the last For even though they’ve gone, Within the hearts time, I could spare an extra minute to stop and of those who care, Their memory lingers on. say “I love you,” instead of assuming you would KNOW I do. If I knew it would be the last time I Author Unknown would be there to share your day, Well I’m sure Desiderata you’ll have so many more, so I can let just this one slip away. For surely there’s always tomorrow Go placidly amid the noise and haste and to make up for an oversight, and we always get remember what peace there may be in silence. Be a second chance to make everything just right. yourself Especially do not feign affection. Neither There will always be another day to say “I love be cynical about love, for in the face of all aridity you,” And certainly there’s another chance to say and disappointment it is as perennial as the grass. our “Anything I can do?” But just in case I might Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully be wrong, and today is all I get, I’d like to say surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength how much I love you and I hope we never forget. of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune, but Tomorrow is not promised to anyone, young or old do not distress yourself with imaginings. Many alike, And today may be the last chance you get fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond to hold your loved one tight. So if you’re waiting a wholesome discipline be gentle with yourself. for tomorrow, why not do it today? For if tomorrow You are a child of the universe no less than the never comes, you’ll surely regret the day, That you trees and the stars. You have a right to be here. didn’t take that extra time for a smile, a hug, or a And whether it is clear to you or not, no doubt the kiss and you were too busy to grant someone, universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at what turned out to be their one last wish. So hold peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to your loved ones close today, and whisper in their be, And whatever your labors and aspirations in ear, Tell them how much you love them and that the noisy confusion of life, keep peace with your you’ll always hold them dear Take time to say “I’m soul. With all it’s sham and drudgery and broken sorry,” “Please forgive me,” “Thank you,” or “It’s dreams it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. okay.” And if tomorrow never comes, you’ll have Strive to be happy Max Ehrman no regrets about today Author unknown For What Is It To Die The Reaper and the Flowers For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind There is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, and to melt into the sun? And what is it to cease with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain breathing, but to free the breath from its restless at a breath, And the flowers that grow between. tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God “Shall I have naught that is fair?” saith he; “Have unencumbered? Only when you drink from the naught but the bearded grain? Though the breath river of silence shall you indeed sing. And when of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all you reach the mountain top, then you shall begin back again.” He gazed at the flowers with tearful to climb. And when the earth shall claim your eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves; It was limbs, then shall you truly dance. Kahil Gibran for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his 1 Graphic Source Poem BookWhen I Am Gone Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep When I am gone, release me - let me go I have Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not so many things to see and do. You must not tie there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that yourself to me with tears Be happy that we had so blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the many years. I gave you love, you can only guess, sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn how much you gave me in happiness. I thank you rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush I for the love each have shown, but now it is time am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled I travelled alone. So grieve awhile for me if grieve ight. fl I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not you must, then let your grief be comforted by trust stand at my grave and cry; I am not there. I did It is only for a while that we must part so bless not die. Anon those memories within your heart. I will not be far away, for life goes on. so if you need me, call and If I Should Go Tomorrow I will come. Though you cannot see or touch me, If I should go tomorrow, it would never be I will be near and if you listen with your heart, you goodbye, For I have left my heart with you, So will hear All of my love around you, soft and clear. don’t you ever cry. The love that’s deep within Then when you must come this way alone, I will me, Shall reach you from the stars, You’ll feel it greet you with a smile and “Welcome Home” from the heavens, And it will heal the scars. Anon Anon Poems in the First Person Life Goes On When I Must Leave You When I must leave you If I should go before the rest of you Break not a for a little while, Please do not grieve and shed ower fl nor inscribe a stone Nor when I am gone wild tears And hug your sorrow to you through speak in a Sunday voice But be the usual selves the years, But start out bravely with a smile. And that I have known Weep if you must, parting is hell for my sake and in my name, Live on and do all But life goes on So .... sing as well the things the same. Feed not your loneliness on empty days, But ll fi each waking hour in useful Joyce Grenfell 1910-1979 ways. Reach out your hand in comfort and in Turn Again to Life cheer, And I, in turn, will comfort you and hold you near. And never, never be afraid to die, For I If I should die and leave you here a while, be not am waiting for you in the sky. like others sore undone, who keep long vigil by Helen Steiner Rice the silent dust. For my sake turn again to life and smile, nerving thy heart and trembling hand to I Have a Place in Heaven do something to comfort other hearts than thine. I have a place in heaven Please don’t sing sad Complete these dear unfi nished tasks of mine songs for me, Forget your grief and fears, For I and I perchance may therein comfort you. am in a perfect place Away from pain and tears. Mary Lee Hall It’s far away from hunger And hurt and want and pride, I have a place in Heaven With the Master I’m Free at my side. My life on earth was very good, As Don’t grieve for me, for now I’m free. I’m following earthly life can go, But Paradise is so much more the path God has laid you see. I took his hand Than anyone can know. My heart is lled fi with when I heard Him call. I turned my back and left happiness And sweet rejoicing, too. To walk with it all. I could not stay another day. To laugh, to God is perfect peace, A joy forever new. love, to work, or play. Tasks left undone must stay Author Unknown that way, I found that peace at the close of the day. If my parting has left a void, then ll fi it with Faith remembered joys. A friendship shared, a laugh, You will not see me, so you must have faith. I wait a kiss, oh yes, these things I too will miss. Be for the time when we can soar together again, not burdened with times of sorrow, I wish you the both aware of each other. Until then, live your life sunshine of tomorrow. My life’s been full, I savored to its fullest and when you need me,just whisper much. Good friends, good times, a loved one’s my name in your heart, ...I will be there. touch. Perhaps my time seemed all too brief. Emily Dickenson Don’t lengthen it now with undue grief. Lift up your hearts and peace to thee. God wanted me now: He set me free. Anon 1 15 Graphic Source Poem Bookworld or you can do what I want – smile, wipe Death is Nothing At All (Irish Funeral Poem) away the tears, learn to love again and go on. Death is nothing at all, I have only slipped away into David Harkins 1981 the next room, I am I and you are you; Whatever we were to each other, That we still are. Call me Afterglow by my old familiar name, Speak to me in the easy I’d like the memory of me to be a happy one. way which you always used, Put no difference I’d like to leave an afterflow of smiles when life is in your tone, Wear no forced air of solemnity or done.I’d like to leave an echo whispering softly sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little down the ways. Of happy times and laughing jokes we shared together. Let my name ever be times and bright and sunny days. I’d like the tears the household word that it always was. Let it of those who grieve, to dry before the sun. Of be spoken without effect, without the trace of a happy memories that I leave when life is done. shadow on it. Life means all that it ever meant, It is the same as it ever was, there is unbroken Author unknown continuity. Why should I be out of mind because To Sleep I am out of sight? I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the O soft embalmer of the still midnight, Shutting, corner. All is well. with careful fingers and benign, Our gloom- pleas’d eyes, embower’d from the light, Enshaded Henry Scott Holland 1847 -1918 in forgetfulness divine: O soothest Sleep if so it Indian Prayer please thee, close In midst of this thine hymn my willing eyes, Or wait the “Amen,” ere thy poppy When I am dead Cry for me a little Think of me throws Around my bed its lulling charities. Then sometimes But not too much. Think of me now save me, or the passed day will shine Upon my and again As I was in life At some moments it’s pillow, breeding many woes,– Save me from pleasant to recall But not for long. Leave me in curious Conscience, that still lords its strength peace And I shall leave you in peace And while for darkness, burrowing like a mole; Turn the key you live Let your thoughts be with the living. deftly in the oiled wards, And seal the hushed Anon casket of my Soul. Living Bouquets John Keats When I quit this mortal shore And mosey ‘round Requiem this earth no more, Do not weep and do not sob; Under the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and I may have found a better job. Don’t go and buy let me lie. Glad did I live and gladly die, And I a large bouquet For which you’ll find it hard to laid me down with a will. This be the verse you pay, Don’t mope around and feel all blue; I may gave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be; be better off than you. Don’t tell the folks I was Home is the sailor, home from the sea, And the a saint Or any old thing that I ain’t. If you have hunter home from the hill. jam like that to spread, Please hand it out before I’m dead. If you have roses bless your soul, Just Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-1894) pin one in my buttonhole While I’m alive and well To Those I Love today; Don’t wait until I’m gone away. If I should ever leave you, Whom I love To go along Anon the silent way. . . Grieve not. Nor speak of me Remember Me with tears. But laugh and talk of me As if I were beside you there. (I’d come. . .I’d come, Could I Do not shed tears when I have gone but smile but find a way But would not tears and And grief instead because I have lived. Do not shut your be barriers?) And when you hear a song Or see eyes and pray to God that I’ll come back but a bird I loved, Please do not let the thought of open your eyes and see all that I have left behind. me Be sad. . .for I am loving you Just as I always I know your heart will be empty cause you cannot have. . . You were so good to me There are so see me but still I want you to be full of the love we many things I wanted still to do. . . So many things shared. You can turn your back on tomorrow and I wanted to say to you. . . Remember that I did not live only for yesterday or you can be happy for fear. . . It was Just leaving you That was so hard tomorrow because of what happened between to face. We cannot see beyond. . . ut this I know: us yesterday. You can remember me and grieve I loved you so. . . ‘twas heaven here with you that I have gone or you can cherish my memory and let it live on. You can cry and lose yourself, Isla Paschal Richardson. become distraught and turn your back on the 16 Graphic Source Poem Bookif I were to tell you you wouldn’t understand But Not In Vein one thing is for certain though my life on Earth is If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not o’re I am closer to you now than I ever was before live in vain: If I can ease one life the aching, Or And to my very many friends trust God knows cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin Unto his what is best I’m still not far away from you I’m just nest again, I shall not live in vain. beyond the crest There are rocky roads ahead Emily Dickinson of you and many hills to climb but together we can do it taking one day at a time It was always I Have A Rendezvous With Death my philosophy and I’d like it for you too that as I have a rendezvous with Death At some disputed you give unto the World so the World will give to barricade When Spring comes round with rustling you If you can help somebody who is in sorrow shade And apple blossoms ll fi the air. I have a or in pain then you can say to God at night my rendezvous with Death When Spring brings back day was not in vain And now I am contentedthat blue days and fair. It may be he shall take my my life it was worthwhile knowing as I passed hand And lead me into his dark land And close along the way I made somebody smile So if you my eyes and quench my breath; It may be I shall meet somebody who is down and feeling low just pass him still. I have a rendezvous with Death lend a hand to pick him up as on your way you On some scarred slope of battered hill, When go When you are walking down the street and Spring comes round again this year And the first you’ve got me on your mind I’m walking in your meadow owers fl appear. God knows ‘twere better footsteps only half a step behind And when you to be deep Pillowed in silk and scented down, feel the gentle breeze or the wind upon your face Where love throbs out in blissful sleep, Pulse nigh that’s me giving you a great big hug or just a soft to pulse, and breath to breath, Where hushed embrace And when it’s time for you to go from awakenings are dear . . . But I’ve a rendezvous that body to be free remember you’re not going with Death At midnight in some aming fl town, you are coming here to me And I will always love When Spring trips north again this year, And I you from that land way up above Will be in touch to my pledged word am true, I shall not fail that again soon P.S. God sends His Love rendezvous. Alan Seeger (1888-1916) Author Unknown To Those I Love and Those Who Love Me To My Dearest Family When I am gone, release me, let me go. You have Some things I’d like to say but rst fi of all to let you so many things to see and do. You mustn’t tie know that I arrived okay I’m writing this from Heaven yourself to me with tears. Be happy that we had where I dwell with God above where there’s no so many years. I gave you my love, you can only more tears or sadness there is just eternal love guess, How much you gave me in happiness. I Please do not be unhappy just because I’m out of thank you for the love you each have shown, but sight remember that I’m with you every morning, now it’s time I traveled on alone. So grieve a while noon and night That day I had to leave you when for me, if grieve you must. Then let your grief be my life on Earth was throughGod picked me up comforted by trust. It’s only a while that we must and hugged me and He said I welcome you It’s part, So bless the memories within your heart. I good to have you back again you were missed won’t be far away, for life goes on. So if you need while you were gone as for your dearest family me, call and I will hear. Though you can’t see or they’ll be here later on I need you here so badly as touch me, I’ll be near. And if you listen with your part of My big plan there’s so much that we have heart, you’ll hear,All of my love around you soft to do to help our mortal man Then God gave and clear. And then, when you must come this me a list of things He wished for me to do and way, I’ll greet you with a smile and say “Welcome foremost on that list of mine is to watch and care Home”. for you And I will be beside you every day and Author Unknown week and year and when you’re sad I’m standing there to wipe away the tear And when you lie in Remember bed at night the days chores put to ight fl God Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far and I are closest to you in the middle of the night away into the silent land; When you can no more When you think of my life on Earth and all those hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go yet loving years because you’re only human they are turning stay. Remember me when no more day bound to bring you tears But do not be afraid to by day You tell me of our future that you planned: cry it does relieve the pain remember there would Only remember me; you understand It will be late be no owers fl unless there was some rain I wish to counsel then or pray. Yet if you should forget that I could tell you of all that God has planned but me for a while And afterwards remember, do not 16 17 Graphic Source Poem Bookgrieve: For if the darkness and corruption leave love you, And each time that you think of me, A vestige of the thoughts that once I had, Better I know you’ll miss me too; But when tomorrow by far you should forget and smileThan that you starts without me, Please try to understand, That should remember and be sad.Christina an angel came and called my name, And took me by the hand, And said my place was ready, Georgina Rossetti 1830 - 1894 In heaven far above, And that I’d have to leave Song behind All those I dearly love. But as I turned to walk away, A tear fell from my eye, For all my life, When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs I’d always thought, I didn’t want to die. I had so for me; Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor much to live for, So much yet to do, It seemed shady cypress tree: Be the green grass above almost impossible, That I was leaving you. I me With showers and dewdrops wet: And if thou thought of all the yesterdays, The good ones wilt, remember, And if thou wilt, forget. I shall and the bad, I thought of all the love we shared, not see the shadows, I shall not feel the rain; And all the fun we had. If I could relive yesterday, I shall not hear the nightingale Sing on as if in ust even for awhile, I’d say goodbye and kiss pain: And dreaming through the twilight hat doth you And maybe see you smile. But then I fully not rise nor set, Haply I may remember, And haply realized, That this could never be, For emptiness may forget. and memories, Would take the place of me. And Author unknown when I thought of worldly things, I might miss come tomorrow, I thought of you, and when I Miss Me - But Let Me Go did, My heart was filled with sorrow. But when When I come to the end of the road And the sun I walked through heaven’s gates, I felt so much has set for me, I want no rites in a gloom-filled at home. When God looked down and smiled at room, Why cry for a soul set free. Miss me a little, me, From His great golden throne, He said “This but not too long, And not with your head bowed is eternity, And all I’ve promised you.” Today for life low. Remember the love that we once shared, on earth is past, But here it starts anew. I promise iss me, but let me go. For this journey that we all no tomorrow, But today will always last, And since must take, And each must go alone. It’s all a part each day’s the same day There’s no longing for of the Master’s plan, a step on the road to home. the past. But you have been so faithful, So trusting When we are lonely and sick at heart, Go to the and so true. Thought there were times you did friends we know, And bury your sorrows in doing some things, You knew you shouldn’t do. But you good deeds, Miss me, but let me go. have been forgiven And now at last you’re free. So won’t you take my hand And share my life with Anon me? So when tomorrow starts without me, Don’t High Flight think we’re far apart, For every time you think of Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth And me, I’m right here, in your heart. danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings. D. Romano Sunward I’ve climbed and joined the tumbling mirth If I Go While You’re Still Here And If I Go While Of sun split clouds - and done a hundred things You’re Still Here... know that I still live on, vibrating You have not dreamed of; wheeled and soared to a different measure behind a thin veil you and swung High in the sunlit silence. Hovering cannot see through. You will not see me, so you there I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and must have faith. I wait the time when we can soar flung My eager craft through footless halls of air; together again, both aware of each other. Until Up, up the long delirious burning blue I’ve topped then, live your life to the fullest and when you the windswept heights with easy grace, Where need me just whisper my name in your heart I will never lark nor even eagle flew; And while, with be there. silent lifting mind I’ve trod The high, untrespassed sanctity of space Put out my hand and touched Colleen Hitchcock the face of God. To Remember Me John Gillespie McGee 1922-1941 Give my sight to the man who has never seen When Tomorrow Starts Without Me a sunrise, a baby’s face or love in the eyes of a woman. Give my heart to a person whose own When tomorrow starts without me, And I’m not heart has caused nothing but endless days of there to see; If the sun should rise and find your pain. Take my bones, every muscle, every fibre eyes All filled with tears for me; I wish so much and nerve in my body and find a way to make a you wouldn’t cry The way you did today, While crippled child walk. If you must bury something, let thinking of the many things, We didn’t get to say. it be my faults, my weaknesses and all prejudice I know how much you love me, As much as I 1 Graphic Source Poem Bookagainst my fellow man. Give my sins to the devil, Poems for Children & Young Give my soul to God. If, by chance you wish to remember me, do it with a kind deed or word People. to someone who needs you. If you do all I have asked, I will live forever. 1. When You Lose A Parent You Lose Your Past Robert N. Test When You Lose A Spouse You Lose Your Present When You Lose A Child You Lose Your Future Sleeping in the Forest Anon I thought the earth remembered me, She took me back so tenderly, arranging her dark skirts, 2. A wife who loses her husband is called a widow. A her pockets full of lichens and seed. I slept as husband who loses his wife is called a widower. A never before, a stone on the riverbed, nothing child who loses their parents is called an orphan. between me and the white re fi of the stars but my But there is no word for a parent who loses a thoughts, and they oated fl light as moths among child... That’s how awful the loss is. the branches of the perfect trees. All night I heard the small kingdoms Breathing around me, the Anon insects, and the birds who do their work in the Dora darkness. All night I rose and fell, as if in water, Grappling with a luminous doom. By morning I had She knelt upon her brother’s grave, My little girl vanished at least a dozen times into something of six years old— He used to be so good and better. brave, The sweetest lamb of all our fold; He used Mary Oliver 1979 to shout, he used to sing, Of all our tribe the little king— And so unto the turf her ear she laid, To Because I Could Not Stop For Death hark if still in that dark place he play’d. No sound He kindly stopped for me- The Carriage held no sound Death’s silence was profound; And but just Ourselves- And Immortality. We slowly horror crept Into her aching heart, and Dora wept. drove-He knew no haste And I had put away If this is as it ought to be, My God, I leave it unto My labor and my leisure too, For His Civility- Thee. We passed the School, where Children strove At Thomas Edward Brown Recess-in the Ring- We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain- We passed the Setting Sun- Or Jillian rather-He passed Us- The Dews drew quivering It’s hard to believe that Jillian is no longer here, and chill- For only Gossamer, my Gown- My Taken from this earth in her seventeen year. With Tippet-Only Tulle- We paused before a House a bright friendly smile and hair of perfection, And that seemed A Swelling of the Ground- The Roof eyes that shone full of affection, She fought a life scarcely visible- The Cornice-in the Ground- battle that set her apart, But that’s not why she’ll Since then-tis Centuries-and yet Feels shorter stay in our heart. This plucky and very special than the Day I rst fi surmised the Horses Heads young girl, Will remain as treasured as an oyster’s Were toward Eternity- pearl, But she’s moved on to a heavenly life, Free Emily Dickinson of troubles or woes, sickness or strife. It will be hard for us who are left behind, Because we’ll The Funeral miss that girl who was loving and kind, But we WHOEVER comes to shroud me, do not harm have to remember this is God’s special plan, And Nor question much that subtle wreath of hair right now Jillian’s holding his hand about mine arm; The mystery, the sign you must Anon not touch, For ‘tis my outward soul, Viceroy to that which, unto heav’n being gone, Will leave this Infants’ Graves to control And keep these limbs, her provinces, Infants’ graves are steps of angels, where Earth’s from dissolution. For if the sinewy thread my brain brightest gems of innocence repose. God is their lets fall Through every part Can tie those parts, parent, and they need no tear, He takes them to and make me one of all; Those hairs, which his bosom from earth’s woes, A bud their lifetime upward grew, and strength and art Have from a and a ower fl their close. Their spirits are an Iris of better brain, Can better do ‘t: except she meant the skies, Needing no prayers; a sunset’s happy that I By this should know my pain, As prisoners close, Gone are the bright rays of their soft blue then are manacled, when they’re condemn’d to eyes; Flowers weep in dewdrops o’er them, and die. Whate’er she meant by ‘t, bury it with me, For the gale gently sighs. Their lives were nothing since I am Love’s martyr, it might breed idolatry If but a sunny shower, Melting on owers fl as tears into other hands these reliques came. As ‘twas melt from the eye, Their deaths were dewdrops humility T’ afford to it all that a soul can do, So ‘tis on heaven’s amaranth bower, And tolled on some bravery That, since you would have none owers fl as summer gales went by. They bowed of me, I bury some of you. and trembled, and they left no sigh, And the sun John Donne 1573-1631 smiled to show their end was well. Infants have 1 19 Graphic Source Poem Booknaught to weep for ere they die; All prayers are remembrance, though unspoken, May reach her needless, beads they need not tell, White flowers where she lives. Not as a child shall we again their mourners are, nature their passing-bell. behold her; For when with raptures wild In our embraces we again enfold her, She will not be a John Clare 1793-1864 child; But a fair maiden, in her Father’s mansion, A Child Loaned Clothed with celestial grace; And beautiful with all the soul’s expansion Shall we behold her face. “I’ll lend you for a little time A child of Mine.” He And though at times impetuous with emotion said. “For you to love the while he lives And mourn And anguish long suppressed, The swelling heart for when he’s dead. It may be six or seven year Or heaves moaning like the ocean, That cannot be at twenty-two or three But will you, till I call him back rest,– We will be patient, and assuage the feeling Take care of him for Me? He’ll bring his charms to We may not wholly stay; By silence sanctifying, gladden you And should his stay be brief, You’ll not concealing, The grief that must have way. have his lovely memories As solace for your grief. I cannot promise he will stay Since all from Earth Henry Wadsworth Longfellow return, But there are lessons taught down there I Epitaph on a Child want the child to learn. I’ve looked this wide world over In my search for teacher’s true, And from Here, freed from pain, secure from misery, lies the throngs that crowd life’s lanes, I have selected A child, the darling of his parents’ eyes: A gentler you; Now will you give him all your love, Nor think Lamb ne’er sported on the plain, A fairer flower will the labour vain Nor hate Me when I come to call never bloom again: Few were the days allotted And take him back again? I fancied that I heard to his breath; Now let him sleep in peace his them say, “Dear Lord, They will be done, For all night of death. the joy Thy child shall bring, For the risk of grief Thomas Gray (1716-1771) we’ll run. We’ll shelter him with tenderness, We’ll love him while we may, And for the happiness 3. The Master Gardener from Heaven above we’ve known, Forever grateful stay. But should Planted a seed in his garden of love. From there the angels call for him Much sooner than we it grew, a flower bud small That never had time to planned, We’ll brave the bitter grief that comes open at all. Anon And try to understand.” Anon Special Angel In Heaven Resignation There’s a special Angel in Heaven that is a part There is no flock, however watched and tended, of me. It is not where I wanted her but where But one dead lamb is there There is no fireside, God wanted her to be. She was here but just howsoe’er defended, But has one vacant chair a moment like a night time shooting star And The air is full of farewells to the dying, And though she is in Heaven, she isn’t very far. She mournings for the dead; The heart of Rachel, touched the hearts of many like only Angels can. for her children crying, Will not be comforted I would’ve held her every minute If I’d only known Let us be patient These severe afflictions Not God’s plan. So I send this special message to the from the ground arise, But oftentimes celestial Heavens up above.Please take care of my Angel benedictions Assume this dark disguise. We see and send her all my love. but dimly through the mists and vapors; Amid Anon these earthly damps What seem to us but sad, Little Child funereal tapers May be heaven’s distant lamps. There is no Death What seems so is transition; Little child, you packed your toys, You no longer This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the wished to play. Then all alone - all by yourself, You life elysian, Whose portal we call Death. She is gave your life away. What were you thinking; what not dead,–the child of our affection,– But gone were your thoughts? What was in your troubled unto that school Where she no longer needs our mind? Oh such confusion; no one knew, Why poor protection, And Christ himself doth rule. In so sad, dear child of mine? You gave up before that great cloister’s stillness and seclusion, By you started, Why so eager to depart? Honey, guardian angels led, Safe from temptation, safe just around the corner, Better things for you, from sin’s pollution, She lives, whom we call sweetheart. Could I have helped? You didn’t ask. dead. Day after day we think what she is doing How could I have been so blind? Such grown up In those bright realms of air; Year after year, her sadness in my baby, If only we’d had had more tender steps pursuing, Behold her grown more time. Surely God was ready for you, That is what fair. Thus do we walk with her, and keep unbroken I tell myself. But, why couldn’t He have warned The bond which nature gives, Thinking that our me, In some way I might have helped. For such 20 Graphic Source Poem Booka short time you were ours We loved you more sleeping, So peaceful, free from pain, How could each day. But, precious child, I’ll always wonder, we wish you back with us, To suffer that again. It What made you put your toys away? broke our hearts to lose you, But you did not go alone, For part of us went with you, The day God Anon took you home. Precious Son Anon God, I know you gave your precious Son To give Forever in our Hearts us life with You. But we didn’t want our son to leave, Cause he was precious too. We all are A million times we needed you, A million times we special in your eyes And all to you return. We cried, If love alone would have saved you, You know our son will not come back, And for this our never would of died. In life we loved you dearly, In hearts still yearn. Our time on earth is for learning, death we love you still, And when our lessons are through, Our Lord will In our hearts you hold a place, No one can ever choose the time we leave, And we come back to fill. A light from our household is gone, A voice you. Our precious son is with you, And there will from our love is stilled, be a day, That we too will leave this earth, And A place in our vacant home, Which never can be you will light our way. His arms will be wide open, filled. Some may think you are forgotten, Though And the wait will be worthwhile, When we see on earth you are no more, But in our memory you again our precious son, And the splendor of his are with us, As you always were before. It broke smile. our hearts to lose you, Anon But you did not go alone, A part of us went with you, The day God called you home. Your precious memories are for keepsakes, with which Poems for Those Who Have we never part, Been Unwell God has you safely in his keeping, But we have you forever in our hearts Anon 1. Come Along With Me God saw you getting tired, And a cure was not to be.So he put his arms One At Rest around you, and whispered, “Come along with me.” With tearful eyes we watched you slowly Think of me as one at rest, for me you should not fade away. Although we loved you dearly, we weep I have no pain no troubled thoughts for I am knew you couldn’t stay. A golden heart stopped just asleep beating, working hands were put to rest. God The living thinking me that was, is now forever still broke my heart to prove to us, he only takes the And life goes on without me now, as time forever best. will. If your heart is heavy now because I’ve gone Anon away Dwell not long upon it friend Golden Memories For none of us can stay Those of you who liked me, I sincerely thank you all They say memories are golden, well, maybe that is true. I never wanted memories, I only wanted And those of you who loved me, I thank you most you. A million times I cried. If love alone could of all. And in my fleeting lifespan, as time went have saved you, you never would have died. In rushing by I found some time to hesitate, to laugh, life I loved you dearly, in death I love you still. In to love, to cry Matters it now if time began If time my heart you hold a place no one else could fill. If will ever cease? tears could build a stairway and heartache make I was here, I used it all, and now I am at peace. a lane. I’d walk the path to Heaven and bring you back again. Our family chain is broken, and Anon nothing seems the same. But as God calls us back one by one, the chain will link again. Anon The Day God Took You Home In tears we saw you sinking, And watched you pass away. Our hearts were almost broken, We wanted you to stay. But when we saw you 21 Graphic Source Poem Bookupon the heavenly plain, As the stars that are God Took Him To His Loving Home starry in the time of our darkness, To the end, to God saw him getting tired, a cure was not the end, they remain. to be. He wrapped him in his loving arms and Laurence Binyon whispered ‘Come with me.’ He suffered much in silence, his spirit did not bend. He faced his pain Memorial Day with courage, until the very end. He tried so hard The bugle echoes shrill and sweet, But not of to stay with us but his ght fi was not in vain, God war it sings to-day. The road is rhythmic with took him to His loving home and freed him from the feet Of men-at-arms who come to pray. The the pain. roses blossom white and red On tombs where Anon weary soldiers lie; Flags wave above the honored dead And martial music cleaves the sky. Above their wreath-strewn graves we kneel, They kept Poems for Soldiers and Returned the faith and fought the ght. fi Through ying fl lead and crimson steel They plunged for Freedom and Servicemen. the Right. May we, their grateful children, learn Their strength, who lie beneath this sod, Who went through re fi and death to earn At last the In Flanders Fields accolade of God. In shining rank on rank arrayed They march, the legions of the Lord; He is their In Flanders elds fi the poppies blow Between the Captain unafraid, The Prince of Peace . . . Who crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in brought a sword. the sky The larks, still bravely singing, y fl Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. J. Kilmer Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset Remembrance Day glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders elds. fi Take up our quarrel with the foe: Eleven O’Clock The crowd is gathered Blood To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be stained lapel In a silence of white crosses The yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who granite monument inspires Bronze men, stand die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In up The people commemorate your sacrifi ce Flanders fi elds. Paraded from the horrifi c maelstrom All wars Lt Col John McCrae mistaken Memory engraved with the chisel of war Outpourings of feelings In a wreath of poppies A For The Fallen mother offers the last lament Of a son fallen for With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her his country O murderous war When will you drop children, England mourns for her dead across the your guns? D.B. Mercier sea. Flesh of her esh fl they were, spirit of spirit, Fallen in the cause of the free. Solemn the drums thrill: Death August and royal Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres. There is music in the midst of desolation And a glory that shines upon our Tears In His Eyes tears. They went with songs to the battle, they were young, Straight of limb, true of eye, steady I begged my father not to go He looked at me and and aglow. They were staunch to the end against walked to the door so slow. Tears lled fi his eyes odds uncounted, They fell with their faces to as she bade my mother goodbye I began to cry. the foe, They shall grow not old, as we that are He opened his arms to me “I must protect my left grow old; Age shall not weary them, nor the country you see.” I hugged him once and kissed years condemn. At the going down of the sun him twice He wrapped his arms around me, it felt and in the morning We will remember them. They so nice. Rain started to wail, she looked so frail mingle not with laughing comrades again; They And I knew my emotions would fail. But instead sit no more at familiar tables of home; They have of breaking down and making things worse My no lot in our labour of the day-time; They sleep words came out slow without a curse. I dried my beyond England’s foam. But where our desires tears and she looked at me “Father will be back are and our hopes profound, Felt as a well-spring some day, you will see.” Then as we all cried, my that is hidden from sight, To the innermost heart mother took my hand And she led us to a place of their own land they are known As the stars where we must hide. It has been six years That are known to the Night; As the stars that shall the war has hammered in my ears. But now it is be bright when we are dust, Moving in marches done And news has come. Father is dead, but I 22 Graphic Source Poem Book