O'er the ebbing tide of the Unknown Sea, I shall fare me away, with a dip of sail. Or see a bird I loved, Please do not let the thought of me. It's all a part of a bigger plan. All the memories that you have of me.
Many of these poems are original to me; please feel free to share those or use them if they seem right for your service. So many different lengths of time – Brian Patten. The Parting Glass – Irish Traditional. Lift up your hearts and share with me. Those of you who liked me, I sincerely thank you all. Funeral Memorial Poem - I Am Free by Shannon Lee Moseley. Who but I can slice between God's billowed legs, and feel them laugh and crash with His step. I'm writing this from heaven.
We'll meet again someday. He is not lost our dearest love, Nor has he travelled far, Just stepped inside home's loveliest room. And so my healing began. As for your dearest family, They'll be here later on. Do not grieve for me for now i'm free poem. If you know the author, please email me. For companionable cups of tea. I can be in the beautiful flowers of spring. Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was; there is absolutely unbroken continuity. And the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics. I look up and see more than they, I know how the clouds feel, What it's like to have the blue in my lap, to look down on birds, to feel freedom in a thing called the stick….
Funeral Memorial Poem – I Am Free by Shannon Lee Moseley. Non-religious funeral poems. We need not grope with hands, Nor look to see, nor try. Amelia Josephine Burr. And for the simple things. And the love of little children; who has filled the niche. Because I have loved life – Amelia Josephine Burr. The answer to life's riddle. You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday.
Look with fascination at everything. That form and face so dear to me, Nor hear thy voice, still would I fain. With thanks to the author Ron Wood for contacting me with the correct title and authorship of the above poem). He steers me through deep keeps my log. Farewell to the mountains high cover'd with snow; Farewell to the straths and green valleys below; Farewell to the forests and wild-hanging woods; Farewell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods. The multicolored wings surround me. When the judgement is reveal'd. Words to don't grieve for me for now i'm free. I have no pain no troubled thoughts. When a loved one passes on. I found that peace at the close of day. And I hope today she feels the love, Reflected back from me. I'm the twinkle in the stars. After the clouds, the sunshine, after the winter, the spring, after the shower, the rainbow, for life is a changeable thing.
All the poems I share on my website or social media have been in the public domain and are sometimes used at funerals. It's a Time of Heartfelt Sadness – Ron Tranmer ©. The journey of my life. How can we ever have a clue of what that really means? The answer is so simple after all.
Since I can no longer hold you in my arms. I am the sun, bringing you light, I am the star, shining so bright. How I loved to drink with you. I can't find anything, anyone. I M Free - I M Free Poem by Robert M Burcham. To laugh, to love, to work, to play. This is what letting go feels like. There are others who are watching her coming. Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: The soul that rises with us, our life's star, Hath had elsewhere its setting, And cometh from afar; Not in entire forgetfulness, And not in utter nakedness, But trailing clouds of glory do we come. If you chose to share or use the poetry at a funeral or memorial service, please give the author credit. They comfort and stay with us, through each of our days.
And a heaven in a wild flower. Yet if you should forget me for a while. The crafts of those who have sailed before. My eager craft through footless halls of air.... Up, up the long, delirious burning blue. Grieve for me if you must. I close my eyes and see. And what is it to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered? It will not matter what you owned or what you were owed. I have longed for death in the darkness and risen alive out of hell.
So grieve a while for me, if grieve you must, Then let your grief be comforted by trust. When the House Doth Sigh – Robert Herrick (1591 – 1674). Guiding us always through life's mortal maze. On Death – Kahlil Gibran. Then when it comes to us.
To put their shining raiment on; They have not wandered far away–. Oh all the comrades that e'er I had, Are sorry for my going away; And all the loved ones that e'er I had. And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth. 3 15 Beaver Street, St. Edward, NE 68660. After the night, the morning, bidding all darkness cease, after life's cares and sorrows, the comfort and sweetness of peace. In my saddest moments and my happiest times. Your mind; I'm walking in your footsteps only half a step behind. And foremost on the list, was to watch and care for you. My life too will pass from Earth. To last my whole life long. For here I am, no longer old. Because I Fly, I envy no man on earth.
For love itself lives on, And cherished memories never fade. Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind; Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave. Is he playing on the clouds with angels? To My Father – Georgia Harkness. 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 inform'd: If there's another world, he lives in bliss, If there is none, he made the best of this. That he is always near. Afterglow – Helen Lowrie Marshall. For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? How will the value of your days be measured? As time forever will.
Loving us always, holding our hands. It's a time of heartfelt sadness.