Quotes & Poems

Death is nothing else but going home to God, the bond of love will be unbroken for all eternity.
– Mother Teresa

To live in the hearts we leave behind is not to die.
-Thomas Campbell

What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.
– Helen Keller

Grieve not, nor speak of me with tears, but laugh and talk of me as if I were beside you there.
– Isla Paschal Richardson

Do not stand at my grave and weep
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 sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft star-shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.

– Mary Elizabeth Frye, 1932

Last Fight
A face that is always on my mind,
A smile I have seen a million times,
Two eyes that would light up the sky at night,
One last battle you could not fight,
The day was long, then night then morn.
I knew that soon you would be gone,
I clasped your hand so warm in mine,
Soon we would be out of time,
To stay with us you fought so hard,
A million pieces went my heart,
Now a photo I look at to see your smile,
I keep your number on my speed dial,
A video I watch to hear your voice,
This I do…I have no choice.
But great memories I will always keep with me,
Your love in my heart for eternity,
I never got to say goodbye,
To understand why, I can but try,
Waiting in heaven from this moment on,
‘Till god asks you to bring me home….

– Lorna Ferguson

Remembering My Mother
My Mother seems so far away from me,
On that beautiful white shore across the sea.
Yet I remember love’s soft glow upon her face,
And the feel of her touch and tender embrace.

When I am weary from the burdens I’ve borne,
And the path is unclear and I feel so forlorn,
I remember her loving support was always near,
And her advice made the path ahead seem clear.

When I feel there is no one who seems to care,
Or when the heartache seems too hard to bear,
I remember how she always stood by my side,
And would tenderly wipe away the tears I cried.

When there are moments of great joy and pride,
And I wish my Mother was standing at my side,
I remember she saw more than I thought I could be,
And know I owe my triumphs to her belief in me.

When I reminisce about the things she used to say,
And I miss her and think she is so far away,
I remember what she gave lives on through me,
And one day I’ll see her on the shore across the sea.

– Belinda Stotler

The Rose Still Grows Beyond The Wall
Near a shady wall a rose once grew,
Budded and blossomed in God’s free light;
Watered and fed by the morning dew.
Shedding it’s sweetness day and night.
As it grew and blossomed fair and tall,
Slowly rising to a loftier height,
It came to a crevice in the wall,
Through which there shown a beam of light.
Onward it crept with added strength
With never a thought of fear and pride,
It followed the light through the crevice length,
And unfolded itself on the other side.
The light, the dew, the broadening view
Were found the same as they were before.
And it lost itself in beauties new.
Breathing its fragrance more and more.
Shall claim of death cause us to grieve,
And make our courage faint or fall?
Nay, let us faith and hope receive,
The rose still grows beyond the wall.
Scattering fragrance far and wide,
Just as it did on the other side,
Just as it will forevermore.

– A.L. Frink

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