Funeral Poems

The Loom Of Time

Mon, 30 Jan 2012 19:45:59 +0000

Man's life is laid in the loom of Time
To a pattern he does not see,
While the Weaver works and the shuttles fly
Till the doom of eternity.

Some shuttles are filled with silver thread,
And some with threads of gold;
While often but the darker hue
Is all that they may hold.

But the Weaver watches with skillful eye
Each shuttle fly to and fro,
And sees the pattern so deftly wrought
As the loom works slow and sure.

God surely planned that pattern,
Each thread - the dark and the fair -
Was chosen by His master skill
And placed in the web with care.

He only knows the beauty
And guides the shuttles which hold
The threads so unattractive
As well as the threads of gold.

Not till the loom is silent,
And the shuttles cease to fly
Shall God unroll the pattern
And explain the reason why.

The dark threads are as needful
In the Weavers skillful hand
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern that He has planned.

Anon

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Death

admin — Sun, 29 Jan 2012 18:14:08 +0000

If I should die before the rest of you,
Break not a flower nor inscribe a stone.
Nor, when I'm gone, speak in a Sunday voice,
But be the usual selves that I have known.
Weep if you must,
Parting is hell.
But life goes on,
So ... sing as well.

Joyce Grenfell (1910 - 1979)

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Time Is Eternity

Sat, 21 Jan 2012 12:49:52 +0000

Time is too slow for those who wait,
Too swift for those who fear,
Too long for those who grieve,
Too short for those who rejoice,
But for those who love,
Time is Eternity.

Henry Van Dyke (1852 - 1933)

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Homeward Bound

Sat, 21 Jan 2012 03:08:15 +0000

HOMEWARD BOUND
by Lena Arnold

I rise
Letting my soul flow with the beauty of the sunset
Becoming one with the fullness of the sky
So you see
I didn’t really die
I comprise the rainbow
I comprise the sun
Like the unity in the Father’s kingdom
the Son and I are one

I’m rising
Joining new worlds
New Realities
Riding each cascading wave
of Heaven’s celestial seas
I’ve risen with my beliefs
Gaining comfort from my faith
for my entire Father’s house I now see

Still I rise-
yet the question remains
Will you rise with me?

I rise higher
Shaking off the burdensome dust
from which I was made
Walking on streets of gold
with silver inlaid
And I thank God joyfully
for my dues have all been paid

Still I rise
Becoming one with the beauty
reserved for the sky
So you see
I didn’t really die!

Excerpted from: Strong Black Coffee: Poetry and Prose to Enlighten, Encourage and Entertain Americans of African Descent. (Emperor Publishing grants permission to use as a part of a funeral service. Grants printing rights to individual and churches to use in programs. Author and Copyright Date Must appear in printing. As a courtesy, also please cite the author when reading aloud.

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Farewell To Thee

Wed, 18 Jan 2012 12:47:53 +0000

Farewell to Thee! But not farewell
To all my fondest thoughts of Thee;
Within my heart they still shall dwell
And they shall cheer and comfort me.
Life seems more sweet that Thou didst live
And men more true Thou wert one;
Nothing is lost that Thou didst give,
Nothing destroyed that Thou hast done.

Anne Bronte (1820 - 1849)

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Family Of Mine: I should like to send you a sunbeam

Sun, 15 Jan 2012 12:45:08 +0000

Family of mine:
I should like to send you a sunbeam, or the twinkle of some bright star,
or a tiny piece of the downy fleece that clings to a cloud afar.

I should like to send you the essence of a myriad sun-kissed flowers,
or the lilting song as it floats along, of a brook through fairy bowers.

I should like to send you the dew-drops that glisten at break of day,
and then at night the eerie light that mantles the Milky Way.

I should like to send you the power that nothing can overflow,
the power to smile and laugh the while a-jouneying through life you go.

But these are mere fanciful wishes; I'll send you a Godspeed instead,
and I'll clasp your hand. Then you'll understand all the things I have left unsaid.

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Even Such Is Time

Thu, 12 Jan 2012 12:42:58 +0000

Even such is Time, that takes in trust
Our youth, our joys, our all we have,
And pays us but with earth and dust;
Who in the dark and silent grave
When we have wandered all our ways,
Shuts up the story of our days;
But from this earth, this grave, this dust,
My God shall raise me up, I trust.

Sir Walter Raleigh (1554-1618)

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An Honest Man Lies Here At Rest

Mon, 09 Jan 2012 12:40:31 +0000

An honest man here lies at rest,
As e'er God with his image blest;

The friend of man, the friend of truth,
The friend of age, and guide of youth:

Few hearts like his, with virtue warm'd,
Few heads with knowledge so informed;

If there is another world, he lives in bliss;
If there is none, he made the best of this.

Robert Burns (1759 - 1796)

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Epitaph For A Child

Fri, 06 Jan 2012 12:38:15 +0000

Here, freed from pain, secure from misery, lies
A child, the darling of his parents' eyes:

A gentler lamb n'er sported on the plain,
A fairer flower will never bloom again:

Few were the days allotted to his breath;
Now let him sleep in peace his night of death.

Thomas Gray (1716 - 1771)

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My Lonely Journey

Tue, 03 Jan 2012 23:27:46 +0000

The journey that stands before me is one of tears and pain
I know deep in my heart I will never love again

We shared our life together, sometimes happy
Sometimes sad

We shared such precious moments that I am so
Very glad we had

The memories I hold for you are deep within my heart
I knew if you had your way we would never be apart

The tears I know will pass, the pain it never will
My heart will never mend for that I know is real

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