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.

The place where lost things go, taken from Mary Poppins

Do you ever lie

Awake at night?

Just between the dark

And the morning light

Searching for the things

You used to know

Looking for the place

Where the lost things go

 

Do you ever dream

Or reminisce?

Wondering where to find

What you truly miss

Well maybe all those things

That you love so

Are waiting in the place

Where the lost things go

 

Time to close your eyes

So sleep can come around

For when you dream you’ll find

All that’s lost is found

Maybe on the moon

Or maybe somewhere new

Maybe all you’re missing lives inside of you

 

So when you need his touch

And loving gaze

Gone but not forgotten

Is the perfect phrase

Smiling from a star

That he makes glow

Trust he’s always there

Watching as you grow

Find him in the place

Where the lost things go

Look for me in Rainbows, Anon

Time for me to go now, I won’t say goodbye;

Look for me in rainbows, way up in the sky.

In the morning sunrise when all the world is new,

Just look for me and love me, as you know I loved you.

 

Time for me to leave you, I won’t say goodbye;

Look for me in rainbows, high up in the sky.

In the evening sunset, when all the world is through,

Just look for me and love me, and I’ll be close to you.

 

It won’t be forever, the day will come and then

My loving arms will hold you, when we meet again.

 

Time for us to part now, we won’t say goodbye;

Look for me in rainbows, shining in the sky.

Every waking moment, and all your whole life through

Just look for me and love me, as you know I loved you.

 

Just wish me to be near you,

And I’ll be there with you.

Judge Gently, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Pray don’t find fault with the man who limps

or stumbles along the road,

unless you have worn the shoes he wears

or struggled beneath his load.

There may be tacks in his shoes that hurt,

though hidden away from view,

or the burden he bears, placed on your back

might cause you to stumble too.

Don’t sneer at the man who’s down today

unless you have felt the blow

that caused his fall or felt the shame

that only the fallen know.

You may be strong, but still the blows

that were his if dealt to you,

in the selfsame way, at the selfsame time,

might cause you to stagger too.

Don’t be too harsh with the man who sins

or pelt him with word or stone,

unless you are sure, yea, doubly sure,

that you have no sins of your own –

for you know perhaps if the tempter’s voice

should whisper as softly to you

as it did to him when he went astray,

it might cause you to stumble too.

 

 

‘Every man has his secret sorrows, which the world knows not; and oftentimes

we call a man cold when he is only sad.’

 

If Tears Could Build A Stairway, Anon

If tears could build a stairway

And memories were a lane

I would walk right up to heaven

And bring you back again

 

No farewell words were spoken

No time to say goodbye

You were gone before I knew it

And only God knows why

 

My heart still aches with sadness

And secret tears still flow

What it meant to lose you

No one will ever know

 

But now I know you want me 

To mourn for you no more

To remember all the happy times

Life still has much in store

 

Since you’ll never be forgotten

I pledge to you today

A hallowed place within my heart

Is where you’ll always stay

I Am Not Afraid of Dying, Anon

I am not afraid of death nor of dying

 

I do not consider it where I’m concerned

 

I just accept that it will arrive in its own due time

 

Death, supposedly the most terrifying ill, is nothing to me

 

When you are alive, it doesn’t exist,

 

for it is not here, has not occurred,

 

is neither tangible nor foreseeable

 

When it arrives, it is nothing – it merely implies I don’t exist

 

The living have it and the dead know nothing of it

 

It is no more a swing door between being and ceasing to be

 

It is not an event as part of life

 

It is an entity of its own

 

So long as I lived it was non existent

Andrea Jackson The Holistic Celebrant

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