Where you used to be,
There is a hole in the world,
Which I find myself constantly
Walking around in the daytime,
And falling into at night.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
THE BROKEN CHAIN
We little knew that morning that God was going to call your name.
In life we loved you dearly, in death we do the same.
It broke our hearts to lose you, you did not go alone; for part of us went
with you, the day God called you home.
You left us peaceful memories, your love is still our guide;
And though we cannot see you, you are always at our side.
Our family chain is broken, and nothing seems the same;
But as God calls us one by one, "The Chain" will link again.
MEMORIES
Memories
jolt me painfully,
then cradle me as I cry,
With passing time
tears are both
the dew of pain
and
pearls
of remembrance.
P.Davies
Tears may be dried up-
But the heart-
never.
M.de Valois
WHERE IS YOUR VOICE?
Where is your voice that once was in this room?
Silence is here. There is not any trace
of your once -laughter;
Nor is your loved face ever to be found again.
I heard that doom was clarion,
This place is like a comb
Devoid of bees, of humming,
That the lace
Of winds thread endlessly,
Yet I can trace something of you
Above the amber loam.
Movements of leaves are yours,
Gesture of vine against the sunny wall;
The attitude of birches on the hill -
All these are yours.
But your soft voice will never sound again
In any room
And only in my blood
Can it be heard upon
The spirit's shores.
WE REMEMBER THEM
In the rising of the sun and in its going down,
We remember them.
In the glowing of the wind and in the chill of winter,
We remember them.
In the opening of the buds and in the rebirth of spring,
We remember them.
In the blueness of the sky and in the warmth of summer,
We remember them.
In the rustling of the leaves and in the warmth
of summer,
We remember them.
In the beginning of the year and when it ends,
We remember them.
When we are weary and in need of strength,
We remember them.
When we are lost and sick of heart
We remember them.
When we have joys we yearn to share,
We remember them.
So long as we live, they too shall live,
for they are now a part of us, as
We remember them.
Jewish Prayer
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight,
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die!
Author unknown
DEATH BE NOT PROUD
Death be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so,
For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow,
From rest and sleep, which but thy picture be,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.
Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppy, or charms can make us sleep as well,
And better than thy stroke;why swell'st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; Death,thou shalt die.
