Anon

Just close your eyes and you will see

All the memories that you have of me

Just sit and relax and you will find

I’m really still there inside your mind

Don’t cry for me now I’m gone

For I am in the land of song

There is no pain, there is no fear

So dry away that silent tear

Don’t think of me in the dark and cold

For here I am, no longer old

I’m in that place that’s filled with love

Known to you all, as “up above”

Anon

So, weep not for me when I am gone,

For I have lived to see and feel

The sun rise brilliant yellow above the sea

And set in golden glory over distant fields.

And watched the angry sea lash with

Giant waves, the rocky cliffs,

And, in calmer mood, lap gently up

The sandy beach.

I have smelt the fragrant scent of rose and lilac,

Of honeysuckle and new mown grass,

The pungent smell of fresh sawn cedar wood and pine,

And the salty breeze, spume-blown and foam edged

North Sea breakers.

Then weep not for me,

No greater experience can be mine.

Anon

We trust that beyond absence there is a presence.

That beyond the pain there can be healing.

That beyond the brokenness there can be wholeness.

That beyond the anger there may be peace.

That beyond the hurting there may be forgiveness

That beyond the silence there may be the word.

That beyond the word there may be understanding.

That through understanding there is love.

Anon

If I should go tomorrow

It would never be goodbye

For I have left my heart with you,

So don’t you ever cry.

The love that’s deep within me,

Shall reach you from the stars,

You’ll feel it from the heavens,

And it will heal the scars.

Anon

Tis only we who grieve

They do not leave

They are not gone

They look upon us still

They walk among the valleys now

They stride upon the hill

Their smile is in the summer sky

Their grace is in the breeze

Their memories whisper in the grass

Their calm is in the trees

Their light is in the winter snow

Their tears are in the rain

Their merriment runs in the borok

Their laughter in the lane

Their gentleness is in the flowers

They sigh in autumn leaves

They do not leave

They are not gone

Tis only we who grieve

Anon