Bereavement Poem

Often, bereavement poems of a religious nature, give hope that death is not final. That one day, we will be reunited with our loved one.

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They are not dead,
Who leave us this great heritage
of remembering joy.

They still live in our hearts,
In the happiness we knew,
In the dreams we shared.

They still breathe,
In the lingering fragrance,
windblown, from their favorite flowers.

They still smile in the
moonlights silver and laugh
in the sunlights sparkling gold.

They still speak in the echoes
of the words we've heard
them say again and again.

They still move
In the rythm of dancing grasses,
in the dance of the tossing branches.

They are not dead;
their memory is warm in our hearts,
comfort in our sorrow.

They are not apart from us,
for love is eternal.
And those we love shall be with us
throughout all eternity.

Author Unknown

God Saw

God saw the road was getting rough,
The hill was hard to climb;
He gently closed those loving eyes
And whispered “Peace Be Thine.”

The weary hours, the days of pain,
The sleepless nights have passed;
The ever patient worn-out frame
Has found sweet rest at last.

God Saw that you were weary
So He did what He knows best.
He came and stood beside you,
And whispered, “Come and rest.”

You bid no one a last farewell,
Not even a goodbye.
You were gone before we knew it,
And only God knows why.

Author Unknown

The Comfort of Friends

They that love beyond the world cannot be separated by it.
Death cannot kill what never dies.
Nor can spirits ever be divided
that love and live in the same divine principle;
the root and record of their friendship.

If absence be not death, neither is theirs.
Death is but crossing the world,
as friends do the seas; they live in one another still.
For they must needs be present,
that love and live in that which is Omni-present.

In this divine glass they see face to face;
and their converse is free as well as pure.
This is the comfort of friends,
that though they may be said to die,
yet their friendship and society are,
in the best sense, ever present,
because immortal.

William Penn

Do Not Go Gently Into That Good Night

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light

Dylan Thomas

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