Verse No.01

Don’t weep at my grave,
for I am not there.
I’ve a date with a butterfly
to dance in the air.
I’ll be singing in the sunshine,
wild and free,
playing tag with the wind,
while I’m waiting for thee.

Verse No.02

Beautiful things in this life
are manifold it’s true.
We count the stars by thousands,
the birds and flowers too.
The sunsets and dawnings,
rare beauties far and near,
but all the wide world over,
there’s just one ‘Mother Dear.’

Verse No.03

Time cannot steal the treasures
that we carry in our hearts.
Nor ever dim the shining thoughts
our cherished past imparts
For the memories of the ones
we loved still cast a gentle glow,
To grace our days and light
our paths, wherever we may go.

Verse No.04

Come to me, all of you who are tired
from carrying your heavy loads,
and I will give you rest.

Verse No.05

There comes a time we all must part
but you left too soon and broke our hearts.
We know that you are now at peace,
our thoughts of you will never cease.
Too dearly loved to be forgotten.

Verse No.06

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

Verse No.07

No farewell words were spoken,
no time to say goodbye.
You were gone before we knew it,
and only God can tell us why.
It broke my heart to lose you
but you didn’t go alone,
for part of me went with you,
the day God called you home.

Verse No.08

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, 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.

Verse No.09

May there always be work
for your hands to do.
May your purse always
hold a coin or two.
May the sun always shine
on your window pane.
May a rainbow be certain
to follow each rain.
May the hand of a friend
always be near you.
May God fill your heart
with gladness to cheer you.

Verse No.10

O gentle and loving Saint Anthony,
you whose heart was ever full of
human sympathy, whisper my prayer
to the ears of the infant Jesus,
who loved to linger in your arms.
One word from you and my prayer
will be granted. Speak that word
and the gratitude of my heart
will ever be yours.

Verse No.11

Remember, O most gracious Virgin Mary,
that never was it known that anyone who
fled to thy protection, implored thy help,
or sought thine intercession was left
unaided. Inspired by this confidence,
I fly unto thee, O Virgin of virgins,
my mother; to thee do I come,
before thee I stand, sinful and sorrowful.
O Mother of the Word Incarnate,
despise not my petitions, but in thy
mercy hear and answer me. Amen.

Verse No.12

They say there is a reason,
they say that time will heal.
But neither time or reason,
will change the way we feel.
For no one knows the heartache
that lies behind our smiles.
No one knows how many times
we have broken down and cried.
We want to tell you something
so there won’t be any doubt.
You’re so wonderful to think of
but so hard to be without.

Verse No.13

Oh Jesus, full of grace and charity,
victim for sinners, so impelled by love
for us that you willed to die
on the Cross, I humbly beseech you
through your servant Saint Pio,
who generously participated in your
sufferings who loved you so much
and labored so faithfully for the glory
of your heavenly Father and for the
good of souls. With confidence I beseech
you to grant me, through his
intercession, the grace of
which I ardently desire.

Verse No.14

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 too long
and not with your head bowed low.
Remember the love that we once shared,
miss me but let me go.
For this is a journey 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 of heart,
go to the friends we know
and bury your sorrow in doing good deeds.
Miss me but let me go.

Verse No.15

There comes a time for all of us
when we must say good-bye.
But faith and hope and love and trust,
can never ever die.
Although the curtain falls at last,
is that a cause to grieve?
The future’s fairer than the past,
if only we believe.
Trust in God’s eternal care,
so when the Master calls.
Let’s say that life is still more fair
Although the curtain falls.

Verse No.16

O God, the Creator and Redeemer
of all the faithful grant, to the souls
of Thy servants departed, the full
remission of their sins, that through
pious supplications they may obtain
the pardon which they have
always desired. Who livest and
reignest world without end.

Verse No.17

Day is done, gone the sun,
from the hills and from the sky.
All is well, safely rest,
safely rest, all is well.
Fading light dims the sight,
and a star gems the sky.
Gleaming bright from afar,
drawing nigh, falls the night.
Dear one, rest!

Verse No.18

We hold you close within our hearts,
And there you shall remain.
To walk with us throughout our lives.
until we meet again.
So rest in peace dear loved one,
And thanks for all you’ve done.
We pray that God has given you,
The crown you’ve truly won.


Poem No.01

Because I have loved life, I shall have no sorrow to die.
I have sent up my gladness on wings, to be lost in the blue of the sky.
I have run and leaped with the rain, I have taken the wind to my breast.
My cheeks like a drowsy child to the face of the earth I have pressed.
Because I have loved life, I shall have no sorrow to die.
I have kissed young love on the lips, I have heard his song to the end,
I have struck my hand like a seal in the loyal hand of a friend.
I have known the peace of heaven, the comfort of work done well.
I have longed for death in the darkness and risen alive out of hell.
Because I have loved life, I shall have no sorrow to die.
I gave a share of my soul to the world, when and where my course is run.
I know that another shall finish the task I surely must leave undone.
I know that no flower, nor flint was in vain on the path I trod.
As one looks on a face through a window, through life I have looked on God,
Because I have loved life, I shall have no sorrow to die.
Amelia Burr, American poet (1878 – 1968).

Poem No.02

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 though 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 crossed the bar.
Lord Tennyson, Poet Laureate (1809 – 1892)

Poem No.03

Death is nothing at all
I have only slipped away into the next room
I am I and you are you
Whatever we were to each other
That we are still
Call me by my own familiar name
Speak to me in the easy way you always used
Put no difference into your tone
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow
Laugh as we always laughed
At the little jokes we always enjoyed together
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was
Let it be spoken without effort
Without the ghost of a shadow in it
Life means all that it ever was
There is absolute unbroken continuity
What is death but a negligible accident?
Why should I be out of mind
Because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you for an interval
Somewhere very near
Just around the corner
All is well.
Nothing is past; nothing is lost
One brief moment and all will be as it was before
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!
Canon Henry Scott-Holland, Canon of St Paul’s Cathedral (1847 – 1918)

Poem No.04

Death is nothing at all
I have only slipped away into the next room
I am I and you are you
If I should die before the rest of you,
Break not a flower nor inscribe a stone.
Nor, when I’m gone, speak in a Sunday voice,
But be the usual selves that I have known.
Weep if you must,
Parting is hell.
But life goes on,
So…….. sing as well.
Joyce Grenfell, actress and writer (1910 – 1979)

Poem No.05

Departed comrade! Thou, redeemed from pain
Shall sleep the sleep that kings desire in vain:
Not thine the sense of loss
But lo, for us the void
That never shall be filled again.
Not thine but ours the grief.
All pain is fled from thee.
And we are weeping in thy stead;
Tears for the mourners who are left behind
Peace everlasting for the quiet dead.
Lucretius, Roman epic poet and philosopher (ca 94 – 55BC)

Poem No.06

FIGHT the good fight with all thy might,
Christ is thy strength, and Christ thy right;
Lay hold on life, and it shall be
The joy and crown eternally.
Run the straight race through God’s good grace,
Lift up thine eyes, and seek his face;
Life with its way before us lies,
Christ is the path, and Christ the prize.
Cast care aside, upon thy Guide
Lean, and his mercy will provide;
Lean, and the trusting soul will prove
Christ is its life, and Christ its love.
Faint not nor fear, his arms are near,
He changeth not, and thou art dear;
Only believe, and thou shalt see
That Christ is all in all to thee.
John Monsell, Rector of St Nicholas, Guildford (1811 – 1875)

Poem No.07

Farewell to Thee! But not farewell
To all my fondest thoughts of Thee;
Within my heart they still shall dwell
And they shall cheer and comfort me.
Life seems more sweet that Thou didst live
And men more true Thou wert one;
Nothing is lost that Thou didst give,
Nothing destroyed that Thou hast done.
Anne Bronte, novelist, poet and youngest of the three Bronte sisters (1820 – 1849)

Poem No.08

Time is too slow for those who wait,
Too swift for those who fear,
Too long for those who grieve,
Too short for those who rejoice,
But for those who love, time is
Henry Van Dyke, American author, academic and clergyman (1852 – 1933)

Poem No.09

Goodnight; ensured release,
Imperishable peace,
Have these for yours,
While sea abides, and land,
And earth’s foundations stand,
and heaven endures.
When earth’s foundations flee,
nor sky nor land nor sea
At all is found
Content you, let them burn:
It is not your concern;
Sleep on, sleep sound.
AE Housman, poet (1859 – 1936)

Poem No.10

As the deer pants for streams of water,
so my soul pants for you, O God.
My soul thirsts for God, for the living God.
When can I go and meet with God?
My tears have been my food day and night,
while men say to me all day long,
“Where is your God?
“Why are you downcast, O my soul?
Why so distured within me?
Put your hope in God,
for I will yet praise him,
my Saviour and my God.
By day Lord directs his love,
at night his song is with me –
a prayer to the God of my life.
Psalm 42: 1-3, 5, 8

Poem No.11

Don’t think of him as gone away
his journey’s just begun,
life holds so many facets
this earth is only one.
Just think of him as resting
from the sorrows and the tears
in a place of warmth and comfort
where there are no days and years.
Think how he must be wishing
that we could know today
how nothing but our sadness
can really pass away.
And think of him as living
in the hearts of those he touched…
for nothing loved is ever lost
and he was loved so much.
Ellen Brenneman

Poem No.12

His golden locks time hath to silver turned;
O time too swift, O swiftness never ceasing!
His youth ‘gainst time and age hath ever spurned,
But spurned in vain; youth waneth by increasing:
Beauty, strength, youth, are flowers but fading seen;
Duty, faith, love, are roots, and ever green.
His helmet now shall make a hive for bees,
And, lovers’ sonnets turned to holy psalms,
A man-at-arms must now serve on his knees,
And feed on prayers, which are now age his alms:
But though from court to cottage he depart,
His saint is sure of his unspotted heart.
And when he saddest sits in homely cell,
He’ll teach his swains this carol for a song-
“Blessed be the hearts that wish my sovereign well,
Cursed be the souls that think her any wrong.”
Goddess, allow this aged man his right,
To be your beadsman now that was your knight.
George Peele, dramatist (1558-1599)

Poem No.13

I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.
I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.
John Masefield, Poet Laureate (1878 – 1967)

Poem No.14

If only we could see the splendour of the land
To which our loved ones are called from you and me
We’d understand
If only we could hear the welcome they receive
From old familiar voices all so dear
We would not grieve
If only we could know the reason why they went
We’d smile and wipe away the tears that flow
And wait content.

Poem No.15

I felt an angel near today, though one I could not see
I felt an angel oh so close, sent to comfort me
I felt an angel’s kiss, soft upon my cheek
And oh, without a single word of caring did it speak
I felt an angel’s loving touch, soft upon my heart
And with that touch, I felt the pain and hurt within depart
I felt an angel’s tepid tears, fall softly next to mine
And knew that as those tears did dry a new day would be mine
I felt an angel’s silken wings enfold me with pure love
And felt a strength within me grow, a strength sent from above
I felt an angel oh so close, though one I could not see
I felt an angel near today, sent to comfort me.

Poem No.16

Love bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back,
Guilty of dust and sin.
But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack
From my first entrance in,
Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning
If I lack’d anything.
“A guest,” I answer’d, “worthy to be here:”
Love said, “You shall be he.”
“I, the unkind, ungrateful? Ah, my dear,
I cannot look on Thee.”
Love took my hand and smiling did reply,
“Who made the eyes but I?”
“Truth, Lord; but I have marr’d them: let my shame
Go where it doth deserve.”
“And know you not,” says Love, “Who bore the blame?”
“My dear, then I will serve.”
“You must sit down,” says Love, “and taste my meat.”
So I did sit down and eat.
George Herbert, poet, orator and priest (1593 – 1633)

Poem No.17

We’ve known lots of pleasure,
At times endured pain,
We’ve lived in the sunshine
And walked in the rain.
But now we’re separated
And for a time apart,
But I am not alone
You’re forever in my heart.
Death always seems so sudden,
And it is always sure,
But what is oft’ forgotten
It is not without a cure.
There may be times you miss me,
I sort of hope you do,
But smile when you think of me,
For I’ll be waiting for you.
Now there’s many things for you to,
And lots of ways to grow,
So get busy, be happy, and live your life,
Miss me, but let me go.

Poem No.18

Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you planned.
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.
Christina Georgina Rossetti, poet (1830 – 1894)

Poem No.19

The next time that I meet you,
will be at heaven’s door.
You’ll be there to meet me
and I will cry no more.
I’ll put my arms around you
and kiss your lovely face
and then this broken heart of
mine will fall back into place.

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