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Funeral Poem
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Could anyone help me please.
I am trying to find the lovely poem,that was posted on here recently,after
the bereavement of one of a CB,rs family.
Any help would be appreciated.
I am trying to find the lovely poem,that was posted on here recently,after
the bereavement of one of a CB,rs family.
Any help would be appreciated.
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For more on marking an answer as the "Best Answer", please visit our FAQ.Morning, daftgrandad.....is it this one?.....
I Did Not Die
Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there, I did not die.
I Did Not Die
Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there, I did not die.
or it could be his one?........
When you feel a gentle breeze
Caress you when you sigh
It's a hug sent from Heaven
From a loved one way up high.
If a soft and tender raindrop
Lands upon your nose
They've added a small kiss
As fragile as a rose.
If a song you hear fills you
With a feeling of sweet love
It's a hug sent from Heaven
From someone special up above.
If you awaken in the morning
To a bluebird's chirping song
It's music sent from Heaven
To cheer you all day long.
If tiny little snowflakes
Land upon your face
It's a hug sent from Heaven
Trimmed with Angel lace.
So keep the joy in your heart
If you're lonely my dear friend
Hugs that are sent from Heaven
A broken heart will mend
When you feel a gentle breeze
Caress you when you sigh
It's a hug sent from Heaven
From a loved one way up high.
If a soft and tender raindrop
Lands upon your nose
They've added a small kiss
As fragile as a rose.
If a song you hear fills you
With a feeling of sweet love
It's a hug sent from Heaven
From someone special up above.
If you awaken in the morning
To a bluebird's chirping song
It's music sent from Heaven
To cheer you all day long.
If tiny little snowflakes
Land upon your face
It's a hug sent from Heaven
Trimmed with Angel lace.
So keep the joy in your heart
If you're lonely my dear friend
Hugs that are sent from Heaven
A broken heart will mend
Death is nothing at all
I have only slipped away into the next room
I am I and you are you
Whatever we were to each other
That we are still
Call me by my old familiar name
Speak to me in the easy way you always used
Put no difference into your tone
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow
Laugh as we always laughed
At the little jokes we always enjoyed together
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was
Let it be spoken without effort
Without the ghost of a shadow in it
Life means all that it ever meant
It is the same as it ever was
There is absolute unbroken continuity
What is death but a negligible accident?
Why should I be out of mind
Because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you for an interval
Somewhere very near
Just around the corner
All is well.
Nothing is past; nothing is lost
One brief moment and all will be as it was before
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!
Canon Henry Scott-Holland, 1847-1918, Canon of St Paul's Cathedral
I have only slipped away into the next room
I am I and you are you
Whatever we were to each other
That we are still
Call me by my old familiar name
Speak to me in the easy way you always used
Put no difference into your tone
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow
Laugh as we always laughed
At the little jokes we always enjoyed together
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was
Let it be spoken without effort
Without the ghost of a shadow in it
Life means all that it ever meant
It is the same as it ever was
There is absolute unbroken continuity
What is death but a negligible accident?
Why should I be out of mind
Because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you for an interval
Somewhere very near
Just around the corner
All is well.
Nothing is past; nothing is lost
One brief moment and all will be as it was before
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!
Canon Henry Scott-Holland, 1847-1918, Canon of St Paul's Cathedral
Hi. I'm sat here in tears after reading those poems. My dear Auntie died on Sunday and it feels so raw at the moment but those poems seem to bring a bit of comfort. I think I will put that second poem in my Uncles card, thanx for posting those xxx
I'm sorry to hear about your loss daftgrandad, so young to be taken and with a small family is just heartbreaking x
I'm sorry to hear about your loss daftgrandad, so young to be taken and with a small family is just heartbreaking x
Thankyou all so very much,for your kind words.
I e-mailed the second poem to my daughter and she replied,that,it had made her cry.
She has posted on her friends condolence blog.
My sincere sympathies to you Wingnut,on your recent loss.I am sure,like me,your Uncle will take comfort from these words.
My kindest regards to all. dg
I e-mailed the second poem to my daughter and she replied,that,it had made her cry.
She has posted on her friends condolence blog.
My sincere sympathies to you Wingnut,on your recent loss.I am sure,like me,your Uncle will take comfort from these words.
My kindest regards to all. dg
daftgrandad, please pass on my condolences to you daughter. The poem I read out at my sister's funeral was one which I had written. If you would like to use it you may. It goes; " She's just asleep, she'll never die, for in our thoughts she'll always lie. In our hearts her memory stays, as we all go our separate ways.O'er rockey road, through leafy lane, until we meet up once again. A date we know we'll surely keep, for we then too will be asleep. Marbert.