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-384810-81280Reflection read after communionExcellent collections here am freeDon't grieve for me, for now I'm free,I'm following paths God made for meI took his hand I heard him callThen turned, and bid farewell to allI could not stay another dayTo laugh, to love, to sing, to playTasks left undone must stay that wayI found my peace... at close of playAnd if my parting left a voidThen fill it with remembered joyA friendship shared, a laugh, a kissAh yes, these things I too will miss.Be not burdened... deep with sorrowI wish you sunshine of tomorrowMy life's been full I've savoured muchGood friends, good timesA loved one's touchPerhaps my time seemed all too briefDon't lengthen it now with griefLift up your hearts and share with me,God wants me now... He set me free.IfIf you can keep your head when all about youAre losing theirs and blaming it on you,If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,But make allowance for their doubting too;If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,Or being hated, don't give way to hating,And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:If you can dream - and not make your dreams your master;If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;If you can meet with Triumph and DisasterAnd treat those two imposters just the same;If you can bear to hear the truth you've spokenTwisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:If you can make one heap of all your winningsAnd risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,And lose, and start again at your beginningsAnd never breath a word about your loss;If you can force your heart and nerve and sinewTo serve your turn long after they are gone,And so hold on when there is nothing in youExcept the Will which says to them "Hold on!"If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,'Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,If all men count with you, but none too much;If you can fill the unforgiving minuteWith sixty seconds' worth of distance run,Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!Rudyard Kipling, author and poet (1865 - 1936)He is goneYou can shed tears that he is goneOr you can smile because he has livedYou can close your eyes and pray that he will come backOr you can open your eyes and see all that he has leftYour heart can be empty because you can't see himOr you can be full of the love that you sharedYou can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterdayOr you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterdayYou can remember him and only that he is goneOr you can cherish his memory and let it live onYou can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your backOr you can do what he would want: smile, open your eyes, love and go on.David Harkins (1959 -???? )Note: read at the funeral of HM Queen Elizabeth, the Queen Mother in 2002.Miss me, but let me goWhen I come to the end of the road,And the sun has set for me,I want no rites in a gloom filled roomWhy cry for a soul set free?Miss me a little - but not for long.And not with your head bowed low.Remember the love that once we shared.Miss me, but let me go.For this is a journey we must all take,And each must go alone.It's all part of the master plan,A step on the road to home.When you are lonely and sick at heart,Go to the friends we know,Laugh at all the things we used to do.Miss me, but let me go.AnonymousFuneral bluesStop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,Silence the pianos and with muffled drumBring out the coffin, let the mourners come.Let aeroplanes circle moaning overheadScribbling 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 forever: 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.WH Auden, poet (1907 - 1973)Farewell My friendsIt was beautiful as long as it lastedThe journey of my life.I have no regrets whatsoeverSave the pain I'll leave behind.Those dear hearts who love and care...And the strings pulling at the heart and soul...The strong arms that held me upWhen my own strength let me down.At every turning of my life I came across good friends,Friends who stood by me,Even when the time raced me by.Farewell, farewell, my friendsI smile and bid you goodbye.No, shed no tears for I need them notAll I need is your smile.If you feel sad do think of meFor that's what I'll like when you live in the heartsOf those you love, remember thenYou never die.Rabindranath Tagore, Bengali poet and philosopher (1861 - 1941His journey’s just begunDon't think of him as gone awayhis journey's just begun,life holds so many facetsthis earth is only one.Just think of him as restingfrom the sorrows and the tearsin a place of warmth and comfortwhere there are no days and years.Think how he must be wishingthat we could know todayhow nothing but our sadnesscan really pass away.And think of him as livingin the hearts of those he touched...for nothing loved is ever lostand he was loved so much.Ellen BrennemanI am freeDon't grieve for me, for now I'm free,I'm following paths God made for meI took his hand I heard him callThen turned, and bid farewell to allI could not stay another dayTo laugh, to love, to sing, to playTasks left undone must stay that wayI found my peace... at close of playAnd if my parting left a voidThen fill it with remembered joyA friendship shared, a laugh, a kissAh yes, these things I too will miss.Be not burdened... deep with sorrowI wish you sunshine of tomorrowMy life's been full I've savoured muchGood friends, good timesA loved one's touchPerhaps my time seemed all too briefDon't lengthen it now with griefLift up your hearts and share with me,God wants me now... He set me free.LoveLove bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back,Guilty of dust and sin.But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slackFrom my first entrance in,Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioningIf I lack'd anything."A guest," I answer'd, "worthy to be here:"Love said, "You shall be he.""I, the unkind, ungrateful? Ah, my dear,I cannot look on Thee."Love took my hand and smiling did reply,"Who made the eyes but I?""Truth, Lord; but I have marr'd them: let my shameGo where it doth deserve.""And know you not," says Love, "Who bore the blame?""My dear, then I will serve.""You must sit down," says Love, "and taste my meat."So I did sit down and eat.George Herbert, poet, orator and priest (1593 - 1633)You'll never walk aloneWhen you walk through the stormHold your head up high,And don't be afraid of the dark.At the end of the stormIs a golden skyAnd the sweet silver song of a lark.Walk on through the wind,Walk on through the rain,Though your dreams be tossed and blown.Walk on, walk on with hope in your heartAnd you'll never walk alone.You'll never walk alone.Oscar Hammerstein II, American lyricist, writer and producer (1895 - 1960)Note: from the Rodgers and Hammerstein 1945 hit musical Carousel.?We Little Knew That MorningWe little knew that morningGod was 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 youThe day God called you home.You left us beautiful 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.Four Candles for You?by UnknownThe first candle represents our grief.The pain of losing you is intense.It reminds us of the depth of our love for you.This second candle represents our courage.To confront our sorrow,To comfort each other,To carry on our lives.This third candle we light in your memory.For the times we laughed,The times we cried,The times we were angry with each other,The silly things you did,The caring and joy you gave us.This fourth candle we light for our love.We light this candle that your light will always shine.We share your light and with your family and friends. We pledge to be a light for each other in dark times ahead.We cherish the special place in our heartsthat will always be reserved for you.We thank you for the gift?your living brought to each of us.We love you.We remember you.I often think of youWhen you were very small.You left your fingerprintsOn almost every wall.Back when you were growing upThey were such happy years.How you would smile and make up gamesI remember through my tearsSome day we will be togetherIn heaven up above.But for now my little girlI send you all my love.?Do Not Stand at My Grave and WeepDo not stand at my grave and weepI am not there, I do not sleepI am a 1,000 winds that blowI am the diamond glints on snowI am the sun on ripened grainI am the gentle autumn rainWhen you awaken in the morning’s hushI am the swift uplifting rushOf quiet birds in circled lightI am the soft star that shines at nightDo not stand at my grave and cryI am not there; I did not die.?Gone From My SightI am standing upon the seashore. A ship, at my side,spreads her white sails to the moving breeze and startsfor the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength.I stand and watch her until, at length, she hangs like a speckof white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.Then, someone at my side says, “There, she is gone”Gone where?Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast,hull and spar as she was when she left my side.And, she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port.Her diminished size is in me — not in her.And, just at the moment when someone says, “There, she is gone,”there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voicesready to take up the glad shout, “Here she comes!”And that is dying…Death comes in its own time, in its own way.Death is as unique as the individual experiencing it.Henry Van Dyke?If Tears Could Build a StairwayIf tears could build a stairway,and memories a lane,I’d walk right up to Heavenand bring you home again.No farewell words were spokenno time to say goodbyeyou were gone before I knew it,and only God knows why.My heart still aches in sadnessand secret tears still flow,what it meant to lose you,no one will ever know.4481195273685FingerprintsI often think of youWhen you were very small.You left your fingerprintsOn almost every wall.Back when you were growing upThey were such happy years.How you would smile and make up gamesI remember through my tearsSome day we will be togetherIn heaven up above.But for now my little girlI send you all my love.Where do they go to?Where do they go to, the people who leave?Are they around us, in the cool evening breeze?Do they still hear us, and watch us each day?I'd like you to think of them with us that way.Where do they go to, when no longer here?I think that they stay with us, calming our fear.Loving us always, holding our handsWalking beside us, on grass or on sand.Where do they go to, well it's my beliefThey watch us and help us to cope with our grief.They comfort and stay with us, through each of our days.Guiding us always through life's mortal maze.Memory of meI’d like the memory of meto be a happy one.I’d like to leave an after glowof smiles when life is done.I’d like to leave an echowhispering softly down the ways,Of happy times and laughing timesand bright and sunny days.I’d like the tears of those who grieve,to dry before the sunof happy memories that I leave when my life is done.LossWhen we lose a loved oneOur world just falls apartWe think that we can’t carry onWith this broken heartEverything is different nowYou’re upset and you’re annoyedYour world it seems is shatteredThere’s such an awful voidThere’s got to be a reasonAnd we have to understandGod made us and at any timeHell reach down for our handThere might not be a warningWe won’t know where or whenThe only thing were certain ofIs well meet them once again.Not how did he die, but how did he live??Not how did he die, but how did he live??Not what did he gain, but what did he give??These are the units to measure the worth?Of a man as a man, regardless of birth.?Not, what was his church, nor what was his creed??But had he befriended those really in need??Was he ever ready, with word of good cheer,?To bring back a smile, to banish a tear??Not what did the sketch in the newspaper say,?But how many were sorry when he passed away.?A Reflection on an Autumn DayI took up a handful of grain and let it slip flowing through my fingers, and I said to myselfThis is what it is all about. There is no longer any room for pretence. At harvest time the essence is revealed – the straw and chaff are set aside, they have done their job. The grain alone matters – sacks of pure gold.So it is when a person dies the essence of that person is revealed. At the moment of death a person’s character stands out happy for the person who has forged it well over the years. Then it will not be the great achievement that will matter, nor, how much money or possessions a person has amassed. These like the straw and the chaff, will be left behind. It is what he has made of himself that will matter. Death can take away from us what we have, but it cannot rob us of who we are.14865352251075 ................
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