Poems

I have collected a selection of poems and readings you may like to use during a ceremony, I hope you will find something suitable. I intend to add more regularly.

For those laid to rest here

Under a soft blanket of fallen leaves,

safe in the hush of the whispering trees

I have come home.

 

My time here on earth is now done,

all the noise and the clamour, the joy and the pain,

the powerful life force that drove me onwards

has slipped away into the quiet of eternity,

and I am at peace.

From now on, I will dance through your memories

threading thoughts of love through your heart.

The pain of loss will gradually ease, and the sadness will lift.

the days will be lighter, and the nights not so long,

for I am still here.

 

When you walk through this place, you will feel me

in the gentle touch of the breeze on your face,

in the sunlight dappling the forest floor,

in the murmur of the branches high above you,

I am all around.

 

I have returned to the place from whence I came,

to the elements that created me.

The earth that gave me the life I so loved

has now welcomed me back to her,

to be at one with all her beauty.

 

Here, under my blanket of fallen leaves

I have found my resting place.

I have come home.

 

Fran Hall

Woodland burial

Don’t lay me in some gloomy churchyard shaded by a wall,

Where the dust of ancient bones has spread a dryness over all,

Lay me in some leafy loam where, sheltered from the cold

Little seeds investigate, and tender leaves unfold.

There kindly and affectionately, plant a native tree

To grow resplendent before God and hold some part of me.

The roots will not disturb me as they wend their peaceful way

To build the fine and bountiful, from closure and decay,

To seek their small requirements so that when their work is done

I’ll be tall and standing strongly in the beauty of the sun.

 

Pam Ayres

The joy of living

Farewell you northern hills, you mountains all goodbye

Moorland and stony ridges, crags and peaks goodbye

Glyder Fach farewell, Cul Beag, Scafell, cloud-bearing Suilven

Sun warmed rock and the cold of Bleaklow’s frozen sea

The snow and the wind and the rain of hills and mountains

Days in the sun and the tempered wind and the air like wine

And you drink and you drink till you’re drunk

On the joy of living

 

Farewell to you my love, my time is almost done

Lie in my arms once more until the darkness comes

You filled all my days, held the night at bay, dearest companion

Years pass by and they’re gone with the speed of birds in flight

Our life like the verse of a song heard in the mountains

Give me your hand then love and join your voice with mine

We’ll sing of the hurt and pain and the joy of living.

 

Farewell to you my chicks, soon you must fly alone,

Flesh of my flesh, my future life, bone of my bone

May your wings be strong, may your days be long, safe be your journey

Each of you bears inside of you the gift of love

May it bring you light and warmth and the pleasure of giving

Eagerly savour each new day and the taste of its mouth

Never lose sight of the thrill and the joy of living.

 

Take me to some high place of heather, rock and ling,

Scatter my dust and ashes, feed me to the wind

So that I will be part of the curlew’s cry and the soaring hawk,

The blue milkwort and the sundew hung with diamonds

I’ll be riding the gentle wind that blows through your hair

Reminding you how we shared in the joy of living

 

Ewan MacColl (1915 – 1989)

Part of time

Throw my ashes to the wind

And let them blow at will.

Twirling and whirling with each gust,

They never will be still.

 

Some fall upon a blade of grass

And some fall out to sea.

All the shackles of life will come and go,

I’m free, I’m free, I’m free.

 

See me on a spider’s web

Blowing in the breeze,

See me on the church pews

When you are on your knees.

 

I’m here, I’m there, I’m all around.

Oh no, I’m not that shy,

It was a lovely, lovely life,

Now I’m halfway to the sky.

 

One speck may fall upon a rose.

Then mixed with dewdrops fine,

It’s picked by you – and I shall say,

It’s me – I’m part of time.

 

Anon

Alone I will not be

Alone I will not be

My comfort will come from the sea

The stillness of calm waves will gently drift by

I will be as one with the sea.

When the sun sets on the ocean blue,

Remember me as I will always remember you.

As the sun rises…go live life as full as can be

Apart…you and me… but at peace for I am free

 

Capt Chas Theesfeld

Andrea Jackson The Holistic Celebrant

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