Poems & Verses

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.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.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.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.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.
Amen.

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!

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.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
Eternity.
Henry Van Dyke, American author, academic and clergyman (1852 – 1933)

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.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.
Anonymous

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.
Anonymous

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.