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.

Their light shines on

Our loved ones leave behind a light

That will never dim or fade

It’s kept bright by the love we feel

And the memories we made

 

It can warm us like a candle’s glow

And help bring comfort too

And no matter where you go you’ll find

It’s always close to you

 

And in the darkest times remember

In our hearts their light is strong

So every time we think of them

Their memory shines on.

When tomorrow starts without me

When tomorrow starts without me
And I’m not here to see
If the sun should rise and find your eyes
All filled with tears for me

I wish you wouldn’t cry
The Way you did today
While thinking of the many things
We did not get to say

I know how much you love me
As much as I love you
Each time that you think of me
I know you will miss me too

When tomorrow starts without me
Please try to understand
That an angel came and called my name
And took me by the hand

The angel said my place was ready
In heaven far above
And That I would have to leave behind
All those I Dearly Love

But When I walked through Heaven’s Gates
I felt so much at home
When GOD looked down and smiled at me
From his golden throne

He said This Is Eternity
And All I promised you
Today for life on earth is done
But Here it starts a new

I promise no tomorrow
For today will always last
And Since each day’s the exact same way
There is no longing for the past

So When Tomorrow starts without me
Do not think we’re apart
For every time you think of me
Remember I’m right here in your heart

 

David M Romano

The Dash

I read of a man who stood to speak at a funeral of a friend.  He referred to the dates on the tombstone from the beginning to the end.

He noted that first came the date of birth and spoke of the following date with tears, but said what mattered most of all was the dash between those years.

For that dash represents all the time they spent alive on earth and now only those who loved them know what that little line is worth.

For it matters not, how much we own, the cars, the house, the cash.  What matters is how we lived and loved and how we spend our dash.

So think about this long and hard; are there things you’d like to change?  For you never know how much time is left that still can be rearranged.

To be less quick to anger and show appreciation more and love the people in our lives like we’ve never loved before.

If we treat each other with respect and more often wear a smile, remembering that this special dash might only last a little while.

So when your eulogy is being read, with your life’s actions to rehash, would you be proud of the things they say about how you lived your dash?

 

Linda Ellis

Don’t leave a wooden cross

Don’t leave a wooden cross

Nor a carved marble stone

Under these branches

I will not be alone,

 

The ivy covered ground

Will be my blanket

The tree roots will be found

To be my pillow and my cover.

 

So not a stone and not a cross

Just a simple red poppy flower

To be covered with simple moss

To last for now and forever.

 
Roger Gale

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

Andrea Jackson The Holistic Celebrant

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