The Autumn Wind: A Eulogy
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How Do I Love Thee?
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CHORUS Though his memory now is just a faded glow Time and again her pages show That the stories there though the books been closed And as the summer comes, the summer goes, Like a blood red rose. In Montague St. Early last month at the end of the dry He was given a horse nobody could ride Alert were his ears with a fire in his stride He was young and his spirit was wild. The girth on the saddle let go at the ring The surcingle slipped it was impossible to cling The horse felt it go made a desperate fling He was thrown to the length of the reins.
I am there in the busy street I take your hand in the city square In the market place where the people meet In your quiet room — I am there. The music stops and yet It lingers on in sweet refrains — For every joy that passes Something beautiful remains.
I read of a man who stood to speak, At the funeral of a friend He referred to the dates on his coffin From the beginning to the end. He noted that first came his date of birth And spoke the following date with tears But he said what mattered most of all Was the dash between those years. For that dash represents all the time That he spent alive on earth And now only those who loved him 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 live and love And how we spend our dash. You can shed tears that he is gone, Or you can smile because he lived, You can close your eyes and dream that he will come back, Or you can open your eyes and see all that he has left.
You can remember him and only that he is gone Or you can cherish his memory and let it live on, You can cry and close your mind be empty and turn your back, Or you can do what he would want: smile, open your eyes, love and go on. Call Today On Email info inspirationalceremonies. What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now forever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind.
William Wordsworth. Humanist Funeral Poems Here is a selection of Humanist Funeral Poems and Readings that are appropriate for a humanist funeral ceremony. God saw him getting tired and a cure was not to be So he put His arms around him and whispered come with me. With tearful eyes we watched him suffer and saw him fade away, Although we loved him dearly we could not make him stay.
A golden heart stopped beating, hardworking hands laid to rest, God broke our hearts to prove He only takes the best. We wanted so much to keep you, We watched you day by day. Until at last with breaking hearts, We saw you slip away. You wore a crown of patience, As you struggled on and on. And the hands that rest forever, Were the hands that were so strong.
God watched you while you suffered, And He knew you had your share. He tenderly closed your weary eyes, and took you in His care. For the happiness you gave us, no one will ever know. It broke our hearts to lose you, the day God called you home. If love could only have saved you, you never would have died. Our Little Angel will always be A precious gift and memory. A glimmer of hope will show the way For us to go on from day to day. When I must leave you for a little while, Please do not grieve and shed wild tears And hug your sorrow to you through the years, But start out bravely with a gallant smile; And for my sake and in my name Live all things the same, Feed not your loneliness on empty days, But fill each waking hour in useful ways, Reach out your hand in comfort and in cheer And I in turn will comfort you and hold you near; And never, never be afraid to die, For I am waiting for you in the sky!
There comes a time for all of us When we must say good-bye, But faith and hope and love and trust Can never, never die. Although the curtain falls at last Is that a cause to grieve?
As you hold me close in memory, even though we are apart, my spirit will live on in the heaven of your heart… I am with you always. When you lean on trusted friends and their caring hugs enfold you, within their loving arms I will also hold you. I am with you always. My life is but a weaving Between my Lord and me I cannot choose the colors, He worketh steadily. Not till the loom is silent, And the shuttles cease to fly shall God unroll the canvas, And explain the reason why.
Father, in thy gracious keeping, Leave we now thy servant sleeping. Death is nothing at all.
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- Funeral Poems | Popular Bereavement Readings | SunLife.
I have only slipped away into the next room. Whatever we were to each other, we still are. Call me by my old familiar name. Speak to me in the same easy way you always have. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it always was. There is absolute unbroken continuity. Why should I be out of your mind because I am out of your sight?
I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner. All is well. Nothing is past. Nothing has been lost. One brief moment, and all will be as it was before-only better.
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Infinitely happier. We will be one, together forever.
Eulogy Poem - Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep by Mary Elizabeth Frye ( - )
He reaches down His consoling hand He is here beside us. But, most of all, He wants us to know that He has not taken our loved one. He has given back that fullness of life promised… and one day, he will give our loved one back to us. Dying, you destroyed our death, Rising, you restored our life. The good life I lived while I was strong. My mind is at ease, my soul at rest, Remembering all how I truly was blessed. Sadly we stand outside the Heavenly Gate Left behind to work to watch and wait.
Loved ones pass through as life may will, Though out of sight their spirits with us still. They watch us as we wipe away the tears; Stand beside us as we progress through the years. From the other side they anxiously await The time we join them through the Heavenly Gate.