Poems from my mother's funeral that I wanted to share

[baronessekat]

Upon arrival home from Morguhn's funeral, I felt the need to dig out the poems that my mother loved and had been read or displayed at her's and my grandparents' funerals. Some may make you shed some tears, so for that I put behind a cut for those not ready.



When I am gone, release me, let me go.
I have so many things yet to see and do.
Please don’t tie yourself to me with tears
Be happy that we’ve had so many good years.

I have you my love, and you can only guess,
How much you’ve given back to me in happiness.
I thank you for the love that each of you have shown,
But no it’s time that I travel alone.

So grieve for me while if grieve you must,
Then let your grief be comforted by trust.
For it’s only for a while that we must part,
So treasure the memories within your heart.

I won’t be far away as life goes on,
So if you need me, call, and I will come.
Though you can’t see or touch me, I’ll be near.
And if you listen with your hearts you’ll hear
All my love around you soft and clear.

And then, when you too
Must walk this way alone,
I’ll greet you with a smile, and a
“Welcome Home”.





God Looked Around His Garden
And He Found An Empty Place
He Then Looked Down Upon
This Earth And Saw Your Tired Face.

He Put His Arms Around You
And Lifted You To Rest
God’s Garden Must Be Beautiful
As He Always Takes The Best.

He Knew That You Were Suffering
He Knew You were In Pain.
He Knew That You Would Never
Get Well On Earth Again.

So He Closed Your Weary Eyelids
And Whispered, “Pease Be Thine”.
He Then Took You Up To Heaven
With Hands So Gentle And So Kind.

It Broke Our Hearts To Lose You,
And You Did Not Go Alone.
For Parts of Us Went With You
The Day God Called You Home.

-author unknown


By Richard Durmont

About the place where now I live,
There is so much I have to tell.
It is so calm and peaceful here,,
God reigns supreme and all is well.

I am with loved ones and with friends
Who settled here sometime ago.
And of the joys I with them share
I’m sure you will be glad to know.

We have no racial problems here,
No one is lonely or alone.
And how I wish you could see,
That stately mansion that I own.

There is no sickness, grief, or death,
To mar the beauty of this place.
And lights are brighter that the sun.

So do not grieve for me, my dears,
But rather when you kneel to pray
Thank God for my arrival home,
Where free from pain I am today.

Keep Christmas and the birthdays too,
That to us all were very dear,
With love to keep your memories green,
As I shall always keep them here.

The time as come for me to close,
And there isn’t much more I can say
Except, never think of me as gone,
I’m only a prayer away.

Comments

God's Garden

[jenaiabird.livejournal.com]

not surprising, the events of the past week have been reminding me of my Grandmother's passing 2 years ago.

when i told my friend at work that she'd passed, i told him about her being 92 and still hittin' like a man and spending her time working in her garden... and that now she was at peace tending God's Garden.

*hugs*

thank you...

Borrowed these

[house-elf.livejournal.com]

I thought I had remembered this post, and went looking for it tonight. Since Dad's funeral is tomorrow, I'm gonna put them on the tri-fold board with his pictures.

Thank you. They help.