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Poems for Funerals
« on: Fri Jan 12, 2007 - 06:33:54 »
I always like to read a heart felt poem at funerals.  Do any of you have some you would like to share?  I will share some a little later when I get more time.  I have a funeral this morning!

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Poems for Funerals
« on: Fri Jan 12, 2007 - 06:33:54 »

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Re: Poems for Funerals
« Reply #1 on: Fri Jan 12, 2007 - 07:21:34 »
I always liked this one:

The Dash
by Linda Ellis


I read of a reverend who stood to speak
at the funeral of his friend.
He referred to the date
on her tombstone
from the beginning... to the end.
He noted that first came the date of her birth
and spoke of the 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 she spent alive on earth, and
now only those who loved her 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 lived and loved
and how we spend our dash.
So think about this long and hard,
Are there things you'd like to change?
For you never know how much time is left
You could be at "dash mid-range"
If we could just slow down enough
to consider what's true and real,
and always try to understand
the way other people feel, and
be less quick to anger,
show appreciation more
and love the people in our life like
we've never loved before.
If we treat each other with respect,
more often wear a smile
remembering that this special dash
might only last a little while.
So when your eulogy is being read
with your life's actions to rehash...
would you be pleased with the things they say
about how you spent your dash?

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Re: Poems for Funerals
« Reply #2 on: Fri Jan 12, 2007 - 08:17:48 »
At the heart of the cyclone tearing the sky
And flinging the clouds and the towers by,
Is a place of central calm;
So here in the roar of mortal things,
I have a place where my spirit sings,
In the hollow of God's palm.

-Edwin Markham (1852-1940)

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"The Watcher"

She always leaned to watch for us,
Anxious if we were late,
In winter by the window,
In summer by the gate;
And though we mocked her tenderly,
Who had such foolish care,
The long way home would seem more safe
Because she waited there.
Her thoughts were all so full of us,
She never could forget!
And so I think that where she is
She must be watching yet,
Waiting till we come home to her,
Anxious if we are late-
Watching from Heaven's window,
Leaning from Heaven's gate.

By Margaret Widdemer


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Re: Poems for Funerals
« Reply #3 on: Fri Jan 12, 2007 - 10:15:47 »
The best funeral poem ever ever ever --



GO DOWN DEATH


Weep not, weep not,
She is not dead;
She's resting in the bosom of Jesus.
Heart-broken husband — weep no more;
Left-lonesome daughter — weep no more;
Grief-stricken son — weep no more;
She's only just gone home.

Day before yesterday morning,
God was looking down from his great, high heaven,
Looking down on all his children,
And his eye fell on Sister Caroline,
Tossing on her bed of pain.
And God's big heart was touched with pity,
With the everlasting pity.

And God sat back on his throne,
And he commanded that tall, bright angel standing at his right hand:
Call me Death!
And that tall, bright angel cried in a voice
That broke like a clap of thunder:
Call Death! — Call Death!
And the echo sounded down the streets of heaven
Till it reached away back to that shadowy place,
Where Death waits with his pale, white horses.

And Death heard the summons,
And he leaped on his fastest horse,
Pale as a sheet in the moonlight
Up the golden street Death galloped,
And the hoof of his horse struck fire from the gold,
But they didn't make no sound.
Up Death rode to the Great White Throne,
And waited for God's command.

And. God said: Go down, Death go down,
Go down to Savannah, Georgia,
Down in Yamacraw,
And find Sister Caroline.
She's borne the burden and heat of the day,
She's labored long in my vineyard,
And she's tired —
She's weary —
Go down, Death, and bring her to me.

And Death didn't say a word,
But he loosed the reins on his pale, white horse,
And he clamped the spurs to his bloodless sides,
And out and down he rode,
Through Heaven's pearly gates,
Past suns and moons and stars;
On Death rode,
And foam from his horse was like a comet in the sky;
On Death rode,
Leaving the lightning's flash behind;
Straight on down he came.

While we were watching round her bed,
She turned her eyes and looked away,
She saw what we couldn't see;
She saw Old Death. She saw Old Death
Coming like a falling star.
But Death didn't frighten Sister Caroline;
He looked to her like a welcome friend.
And she whispered to us: I'm going home.
And she smiled and closed her eyes.

And Death took her up like a baby,
And she lay in his icy arms,
But she didn't feel no chill.
And Death began to ride again --
Up beyond the evening star,
Out beyond the morning star,
Into the glittering light of glory,
On to the Great White Throne.
And there he laid Sister Caroline
On the loving breast of Jesus.

And Jesus he took his own hand and wiped away her tears.
And he smoothed the furrows from her face,
And the angels sang a little song,
And Jesus rocked her in his arms,
And kept a-saying: Take your rest,
Take your rest, Take your rest.


Weep not — weep not,
She is not dead;
She's resting, in the bosom of Jesus.








(God's Trombone: Seven Negro Sermons In Verse)
James Weldon Johnson
Penguin Books: 1955
   

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Re: Poems for Funerals
« Reply #4 on: Fri Feb 09, 2007 - 14:47:36 »
If You Could See Where I Have Gone

If you could see where I have gone, the beauty of this place
And how it feels to know you're home to see the Savior's face.
To wake in peace and know no fear, just joy beyond compare,
While still on earth you miss me yet, you wouldn't want me there
If you could see where I have gone.

If you could see where I have gone, had made the trip with me,
You'd know I didn't go alone, the Savior came with me,
When I awoke, He was by my side, and reached down His hand.
Said, "Hurry, you're going home to a grand and glorious land."
Don't worry over those you love, for I'm not just with you,
And don't you know when you're with me, they'll long to be here, too?"

If you could see where I have gone, and see what I've been shown.
You'd never know another fear, or ever feel alone.
You'd marvel at the grace of God, his hand on every life,
And realize He really cares, and bears with us each strife,
And that he weeps when one is lost, his heart is filled with pain.
But Oh the joy when one comes home, a child at home again.

If you could see where I have gone, could stay awhile with me
Could share the things that God has made to grace eternity.
You would never, ever leave once heaven's joy you'd known,
You couldn't bear to walk earth's paths once heaven was your home.
If you could see where I have gone.

If you could see where I have gone, you'd know we'll meet someday.
And though I'm parted from you now, I am just away.
And now that I'm home with Him, secure in every way,
I'm waiting here at heaven's door to greet you some sweet day.

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Re: Poems for Funerals
« Reply #5 on: Fri Feb 09, 2007 - 14:49:19 »
God Took You To His Loving Home

God saw you getting tired, a cure was not to be.
He wrapped you in his loving arms and whispered ‘Come with me.’
You suffered much in silence, your spirit did not bend.
You faced your pain with courage, until the very end.
You tried so hard to stay with us but your fight was not in vain,
God took you to His loving home and freed you from the pain.

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Re: Poems for Funerals: A Cowboy's Last Request
« Reply #6 on: Sat Aug 02, 2008 - 14:39:29 »
We just had a cowboy in our church slip through the veil and into eternity with Jesus Christ.  In honor of him, I found this poem for his funeral.

A COWBOYS LAST REQUEST
By Terry Ike Clanton

Let me tell you folks
Who have gathered here today
That I'm a proud and thankful cowboy
Who has just passed away.

I know it's hard
But, please don't cry
Fer I'm now ridin' Gods trails
High up in the sky.

The hoss I'm ridin' now
Don't spook, buck or kick
Fer God stables perfect horses
And now I have my pick.

Lord, please forgive me of all my sins
Fer I haven't been perfect
But I know that he who believes in You
Forever wins!

I have lived a good life
A cowboys dream come true,
Thank You Lord,
Fer I'm now ready to ride into eternity
Me, my horse, and You.

Copyright 2000

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Re: Poems for Funerals
« Reply #7 on: Sun Mar 08, 2009 - 22:18:04 »
Poor Advise
by zoonance

I had a lump
"let's just watch it" they said
it was on my rump
now I am dead.

copyright 2009

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Re: Poems for Funerals
« Reply #8 on: Sun Mar 08, 2009 - 22:52:53 »
Funeral Blues
W H Auden

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever; I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood,
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

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Re: Poems for Funerals
« Reply #9 on: Tue Apr 21, 2009 - 08:04:35 »
These poems are beautiful. It's really difficult for me considering I lost my fiance a month ago, but Spurly, "If you could see where I have gone", that one was so nice. Here's one that was read at my grandma's funeral.

 
If Tomorrow Starts Without Me
(Author believed to be David Romano)


When tomorrow starts without me,
And I'm not there to see,
If the sun should rise and find your eyes
all filled with tears for me,


I wish so much you wouldn't cry
The way you did today,
While thinking of the many things,
We didn't get to say.


I know how much you love me,
As much as I love you,
and each time that you think of me,
I know you'll miss me too.


But when tomorrow starts without me,
Please try to understand,
That an angel came and called my name,
And took me by the hand,
and said my place was ready,
In heaven far above,
And that I'd have to leave behind
All those I dearly love.


But as I turned to walk away,
A tear fell from my eye
For all my life, I'd always thought,
I didn't want to die.


I had so much to live for,
So much left yet to do,
It seemed almost impossible,
That I was leaving you.


I thought of all the yesterdays
The good ones and the bad,
I thought of all the love we shared,
and all the fun we had


If I could re-live yesterday
Just even for a while,
I'd say good-bye and kiss you
And maybe see you smile.


But then I fully realized,
That this could never be,
For emptiness and memories,
would take the place of me.


And when I thought of worldly things,
I might miss come tomorrow,
I thought of you, and when I did,
My heart was filled with sorrow.


But when I walked through heaven's gates,
I felt so much at home
When God looked down and smiled at me,
From His great golden throne.


He said, "This is eternity,
And all I've promised you."
Today your life on earth is past,
But here life starts anew


I promise no tomorrow,
But today will always last,
And since each day's the same way
There's no longing for the past.


You have been so faithful,
So trusting and so true.
Though there were times
You did some things
You knew you shouldn't do.


But you have been forgiven
And now at last you're free.
So won't you come and take my hand
And share my life with me?


So when tomorrow starts without me,
Don't think we're far apart,
For every time you think of me,
I'm right here, in your heart.
 

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Re: Poems for Funerals
« Reply #10 on: Tue Jun 23, 2009 - 17:02:07 »
G.K. Chesterton!

The Skeleton

Chattering finch and water-fly
Are not merrier than I;
Here among the flowers I lie
Laughing everlastingly.
No; I may not tell the best;
Surely, friends, I might have guessed
Death was but the good King's jest,
It was hid so carefully.


The Great Minimum (i like this one best)

It is something to have wept as we have wept,
It is something to have done as we have done,
It is something to have watched when all men slept,
And seen the stars which never see the sun.

It is something to have smelt the mystic rose,
Although it break and leave the thorny rods,
It is something to have hungered once as those
Must hunger who have ate the bread of gods.

To have seen you and your unforgotten face,
Brave as a blast of trumpets for the fray,
Pure as white lilies in a watery space,
It were something, though you went from me today.

To have known the things that from the weak are furled,
Perilous ancient passions, strange and high;
It is something to be wiser than the world,
It is something to be older than the sky.

In a time of sceptic moths and cynic rusts,
And fattened lives that of their sweetness tire
In a world of flying loves and fading lusts,
It is something to be sure of a desire.

Lo, blessed are our ears for they have heard;
Yea, blessed are our eyes for they have seen:
Let the thunder break on man and beast and bird
And the lightning. It is something to have been.



Eternities

I cannot count the pebbles in the brook.
    Well hath He spoken: "Swear not by thy head.
    Thou knowest not the hairs," though He, we read,
Writes that wild number in His own strange book.

I cannot count the sands or search the seas,
    Death cometh, and I leave so much untrod.
    Grant my immortal aureole, O my God,
And I will name the leaves upon the trees,

In heaven I shall stand on gold and glass,
    Still brooding earth's arithmetic to spell;
    Or see the fading of the fires of hell
Ere I have thanked my God for all the grass.




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Re: Poems for Funerals
« Reply #11 on: Sun Nov 22, 2009 - 05:04:26 »
Earth has engrossed my love too long!
`Tis time I lift mine eyes
Upward, dear Father, to Thy throne,
And to my native skies.

There the blessed man, my Savior sits;
The God! how bright He shines!
And scatters infinite delights
 On all the happy minds.

Seraphs, with elevated strains,
Circle the throne around;
And move and charm the starry plains,
With an immortal sound.

Jesus, the Lord, their harps employs;
Jesus my love they sing!
Jesus, the life of all our joys,
Sounds sweet from every string.

Now let me mount and join their song,
And be an angel, too;
My heart, my hand, my ear, my tongue,-
Here's joyful work for you.

I would begin the music here,
And so my soul should rise;
O for some heavenly notes to bear
My passions to the skies!

There ye that love my Savior sit,
There I would fain have place,
Among Your thrones or at your feet,
So I might see His face.


Isaac Watts

And here is one that is especially nice for those missing their departed loved ones during the Christmas Season

My First Christmas in Heaven
I see the countless Christmas trees around the world below,
With tiny lights, like heaven's stars, reflecting on the snow.
The sight is so spectacular, please wipe away the tears,
For I am spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.
I hear the many Christmas songs that people hold so dear,
But the sounds of music can't compare with the Christmas choir up here.
I have no words to tell you the joy their voices bring,
For it is beyond description to hear the angels sing.
I know how much you miss me, I see the pain inside your heart,
But I am not so far away - we really aren't apart.
So be happy for me, dear ones, you know I hold you dear,
And be glad I'm spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.
I sent you each a special gift from my heavenly home above
I sent you each a memory of my undying love.
After all, love is a gift more precious than gold,
It was always most important in the stories Jesus told.
Please love and keep each other as my Father said to do,
For I can't count the blessings or love He has for each of you.
So have a merry Christmas and wipe away that tear,
Remember, I am spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.

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Re: Poems for Funerals
« Reply #12 on: Wed Jun 16, 2010 - 07:43:47 »
This is the one I wrote for my funeral........will share here......


"THAT DAY"

No weeping, no weeping, no weeping that day
When my life is 'ore and I wake never more
Gather ye 'round
And no weeping that day

Sing praises, sing praises, sing praises that day
My last race is run
and I'm at home with the Son
Gather ye 'round
And sing praises that day

Be joyous, be joyous, be joyous that day
I'm sitting at God's feet
And He's smiling at me
Gather ye 'round
And be joyous that day

Cry Holy, cry Holy, cry Holy that day
I'll be waiting for you
and Jesus is too
Gather ye 'round
And cry Holy, cry Holy, cry Holy that day



in His name................. ::amen!:: ::prayinghard::

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Re: Poems for Funerals
« Reply #13 on: Thu Feb 11, 2016 - 00:46:18 »
I always like to read a heart felt poem at funerals.  Do any of you have some you would like to share?  I will share some a little later when I get more time.  I have a funeral this morning!




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