Death and Grieving







— To All Parents — 
Edgar Guest     

 

"I'll lend you for a while 

a child of mine," he said.

"For you to love the while he lives 

and mourn for when he’s dead.


It may be six or seven years, or twenty-two or three,

But will you, till I call him back, take care of him for me?

He'll bring his charms to gladden you, and should his stay be brief,

You'll have his lovely memories as solace for your grief."

                                                   

"I cannot promise he will stay; 

since all from earth return,

But there are lessons taught down there 

I want this child to learn.


I've looked the wide world over in my search for teachers true

And from the throngs that crowd life's lanes I have chosen you.

Now will you give him all your love, not think the labor vain,

Nor hate me when I come to call to take him back again?"

                                                      

"I fancied that I heard them say, 

"Dear Lord, thy will be done!

For all the joy thy child shall bring, 

the risk of grief we run.


We'll shelter him with tenderness, we'll love him while we may,

And for the happiness we've known, forever grateful stay;

But should the angels call for him much sooner than we've planned,

We'll brave the bitter grief that comes and try to understand!"







 

"WHEN TOMORROW STARTS WITHOUT ME"

Author: David M Romano
 

When tomorrow starts without me
And I’m not here to see
If the sun should rise and find your eyes
All filled with tears for me

I wish you wouldn’t cry 
The Way you did today
While thinking of the many things
We did not get to say

I know how much you love me
As much as I love you
Each time that you think of me
I know you will miss me too

When tomorrow starts with out me
Please try to understand
That an angel came and called my name
And took me by the hand

The angel said my place was ready
In heaven far above
And That I would have to leave behind
All those I Dearly Love

But When I walked through Heaven’s Gates
I felt so much at home
When GOD looked down and smiled at me 
From his golden throne

He said This Is Eternity
And All I promised you
Today for life on earth is done
But Here it starts a new

I promise no tomorrow 
For today will always last
And Since each day’s the exact same way
There is no longing for the past

So When Tomorrow starts without me
Do not think we’re apart
For every time you think of me 
Remember I’m right here in your heart

 Author: David M Romano



Crossing the Bar

 
 

Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home. 

Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;

For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crost the bar.





Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

Dylan Thomas, 1914 - 1953 
 

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.












 

Do Not Stand By My Grave And Weep

By Mary Elizabeth Frye


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 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.

Source: http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/
 



 

Because I Could Not Stop For Death

By Emily Dickinson 
 
Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.

We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
And I had put away
My labor, and my leisure too,
For his civility.

We passed the school, where children strove
At recess, in the ring;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.

Or rather, he passed us;
The dews grew quivering and chill,
For only gossamer my gown,
My tippet only tulle.

We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.

Since then 'tis centuries, and yet each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses' heads
Were toward eternity.


Source: http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/because-i-could-not-stop-for-death#ixzz3ABzaXL5m 
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The Little White Hearse

By Ella Wheeler Wilcox
 
Somebody’s baby was buried to-day —
The empty white hearse from the grave rumbled back,
And the morning somehow seemed less smiling and gay
As I paused on the walk while it crossed on its way,
And a shadow seemed drawn o’er the sun’s golden track.

Somebody’s baby was laid out to rest,
White as a snowdrop, and fair to behold,
And the soft little hands were crossed over the breast,
And those hands and the lips and the eyelids were pressed
With kisses as hot as the eyelids were cold.

Somebody saw it go out of her sight,
Under the coffin lid—out through the door;
Somebody finds only darkness and blight
All through the glory of summer-sun light;
Somebody’s baby will waken no more.

Somebody’s sorrow is making me weep:
I know not her name, but I echo her cry,
For the dearly bought baby she longed so to keep,
The baby that rode to its long-lasting sleep
In the little white hearse that went rumbling by.

I know not her name, but her sorrow I know;
While I paused on the crossing I lived it once more,
And back to my heart surged that river of woe
That but in the breast of a mother can flow;
For the little white hearse has been, too, at my door.


Source: http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/the-little-white-hearse-by-ella-wheeler-wilcox#ixzz3ABzuG7T8 
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The Cross of Snow

 By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


In the long, sleepless watches of the night,
A gentle face--the face of one long dead--
Looks at me from the wall, where round its head
The night-lamp casts a halo of pale light.
Here in this room she died, and soul more white
Never through martyrdom of fire was led
To its repose; nor can in books be read
The legend of a life more benedight.
There is a mountain in the distant West
That, sun-defying, in its deep ravines
Displays a cross of snow upon its side.
Such is the cross I wear upon my breast
These eighteen years, through all the changing scenes
And seasons, changeless since the day she died.


Source: http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/the-cross-of-snow-by-henry-wadsworth-longfellow#ixzz3AC0Hy62j 
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After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes

By Emily Dickinson

After great pain a formal feeling comes--
The nerves sit ceremonious like tombs;
The stiff Heart questions--was it He that bore?
And yesterday--or centuries before?

The feet, mechanical, go round
A wooden way
Of ground, or air, or ought,
Regardless grown,
A quartz contentment, like a stone.

This is the hour of lead
Remembered if outlived,
As freezing persons recollect the snow--
First chill, then stupor, then the letting go.
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On Another's Sorrow

By William Blake 

Can I see another's woe,
And not be in sorrow too?
Can I see another's grief,
And not seek for kind relief?

Can I see a falling tear,
And not feel my sorrow's share?
Can a father see his child
Weep, nor be with sorrow filled?

Can a mother sit and hear
An infant groan, an infant fear?
No, no! never can it be!
Never, never can it be!
And can He who smiles on all
Hear the wren with sorrows small,
Hear the small bird's grief and care,
Hear the woes that infants bear --

And not sit beside the next,
Pouring pity in their breast,
And not sit the cradle near,
Weeping tear on infant's tear?

And not sit both night and day,
Wiping all our tears away?
Oh no! never can it be!
Never, never can it be!
He doth give his joy to all:
He becomes an infant small,
He becomes a man of woe,
He doth feel the sorrow too.

Think not thou canst sigh a sigh,
And thy Maker is not by:
Think not thou canst weep a tear,
And thy Maker is not near.

Oh He gives to us his joy,
That our grief He may destroy:
Till our grief is fled an gone
He doth sit by us and moan.

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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 tear

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 pure 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 blessing 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.



 

by Wanda Bencke




 

God Saw You 
Author Unknown


God saw you getting tired, 


When a cure was not to be. 


So He wrapped his arms around you, 


and whispered, "Come to me".

 
You didn't deserve what you went through, 


So He gave you rest.


God's garden must be beautiful, 


And when I saw you sleeping,


So peaceful and free from pain 


I could not wish you back 


To suffer that again.




 

When I Get To Heaven 
by Emily McAdams

At last I reach my final home
The gates swing open wide
I get a glimpse of glory
I can't wait to get inside.

An angel beckons to me
I hurry up to him
He opens up a golden book
And lets me look within.

I see my name is written
On the page that he turns to
He says you finally made it
I've been waiting here for you.

He points in one direction
And tells me "go that way"
So I start my tour of heaven
The place I get to stay.

I see the many mansions
And walk the streets of gold
And hear the angels praising God
Just like I had been told.

And then I spot my loved ones
They've been here many years
We hug and kiss each other
All smiles, there are no tears.

I look around for Jesus
I know He'll soon appear
I want to kneel and praise Him
He's the reason I am here.

He took upon Himself my sins 
He paid the price for me 
And by His victory over death 
He finally set me free.

Free from all my worldly sins 
And the evil Satan sent 
Jesus came into my heart 
Because I did repent.

I'll finally get to thank Him 
When I bow before His throne 
For all the times He carried me 
When I couldn't walk alone.

I'll dwell with Him in heaven 
With no sorrow, tears or pain 
This was His promise to me 
When to this earth He came.

There are many mansions up here 
There's room for all of you 
So to join us all in heaven 
I'll tell you what to do.

Accept Jesus as your Savior 
He will wash your sins away 
He's waiting here to greet you 
When you join us here one day.






 

If You Knew

by Steven W. Perry

If you knew where I am standing
If you could see the sights I see 
If you could hear the angels singing
The songs they sing eternally
If you knew the One I’m holding
Could see the smile He smiles at me
If you knew where I am resting
You would not cry for me

I’m resting in the precious arms of Jesus
No other place would I rather be
So if you shed a tear, 
Please don’t shed it for me
If you knew where I am resting
You would not cry for me

I know you’re confused about my leaving you so soon
But I’ll be with you again
Maybe morning, night or noon
So I’ll save a place for you
Right beside the crystal sea
If you knew where my mansion’s standing
You would not cry for me







 

I Measure Every Grief

by Emily Dickinson


I measure every grief I meet
With analytic eyes; 
I wonder if it weighs like mine, 
Or has an easier size.

I wonder if they bore it long, 
Or did it just begin? 
I could not tell the date of mine, 
It feels so old a pain.

I wonder if it hurts to live, 
And if they have to try, 
And whether, could they choose between, 
They would not rather die.

I wonder if when years have piled--
Some thousands--on the cause 
Of early hurt, if such a lapse 
Could give them any pause;

Or would they go on aching still
Through centuries above, 
Enlightened to a larger pain 
By contrast with the love.
The grieved are many, I am told; 
The reason deeper lies,-- 
Death is but one and comes but once 
And only nails the eyes. 
There's grief of want, and grief of cold,-- 
A sort they call 'despair,' 
There's banishment from native eyes, 
In sight of native air.

And though I may not guess the kind 
Correctly yet to me
A piercing comfort it affords
In passing Calvary,

To note the fashions of the cross 
Of those that stand alone 
Still fascinated to presume 
That some are like my own.





 

Safely Home 
Author Unknown

I am home in Heaven, dear ones;
Oh, so happy and so bright!
There is perfect joy and beauty
In this everlasting light.
All the pain and grief is over,
Every restless tossing passed;
I am now at peace forever,
Safely home in Heaven at last.
Did you wonder I so calmly
Trod the valley of the shade?
Oh! but Jesus' arm to lean on,
Could I have one doubt or dread?
Then you must not grieve so sorely,
For I love you dearly still;
Try to look beyond earth's shadows,
Pray to trust our Father's Will.
There is work still waiting for you,
So you must not idly stand;
Do it now, while life remaineth--
You shall rest in Jesus' land.
When that work is all completed,
He will gently call you Home;
Oh, the rapture of that meeting,
Oh, the joy to see you come!




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