Nice Poem For Funeral Please!!

emmaroids

my granddad always wanted the hymn `we plough the Fields and scatter` at his funeral

kitchen_buff

We stand back and look at a time so sad,
as I think of my wonderful and kind Grandad.
The fun and games we used to share will not be
forgetten, life's not fair.
All the memories with Mum and Dad they'll cherish
forever, none of them sad.
It will be so hard to look at your chair and think of
you once sitting there.
But in our hearts, thoughts and tears they'v all been
the most wonderful of years.
We know some day we will all be together to talk
about the godd times we had,
goodnight, godbless my wonderful grandad.

I was crying while I composed this as I thought of my grandad.
Time is a geat healer.
God bless.

candygirl

mountainofdebt wrote: »

Perhaps this would be suitable :

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.

And then perhaps a few words on what your grandad meant to you?


MOD

I like this one , who wrote it?

mountainofdebt

candygirl wrote: »

I like this one , who wrote it?

To be honest I don't know - I found it on a web site of poems suitable for a funeral.

I was tryiing to find a poem that had been written by a Quaker that is apparently frequently read at funerals - it was on the radio a few months ago and it struck me as being very beautiful (and that comes from someone who can't see what all the fuss is about poetry!) but I couldn't find it and instead found this one.

Spirit_2

I am sorry to read of the loss of your grandfather. I have put 2 poems and one reading.The reading helps to remind me that just because I can no longer see someone they are still in my heart and mind .Choose something that resonates with you .


In the rising of the sun
and in its going down
We remember him

In the blowing of the wind
and in the chill of winter
We remember him

In the opening of buds
and in the warmth of summer
we remember him

In the rustling of leaves
and in the beauty of the autumn
We remember him

In the beginning of the year
and when it ends
We remember him.
Gaelic Blessing

May the road rise to meet you
May the wind be always at your back
May the sun shine warm upon your face
May the rain fall softly on your fields
Until we meet again
May (God) hold you in the hollow of his hand.

I am standing upon that foreshore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength and I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and the sky come down to mingle with each other. Then someone at my side says “ there, She’s gone” “Gone where” “Gone from my sight, that’s all”. She is just as large in mast and spar and hull as ever she was when she left my side; just as able to bear her load of living freight to the place of her destination. Her diminished size is in me, not in her. “There, she’s gone” there are other eyes watching her coming and other voices ready to take up the glad shout. “Here she comes” That is dying.
Victor Hugo



Spirit

grumpy_grizzly_2

Miss Me But Let Me Go



When I come to the end of the road

And the sun has set for me

I want no rites in a gloom filled room

Why 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 all must 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 the friends we know.

Laugh at all the things we used to do

Miss me, but let me go.

elaine373

Don't think of him as gone away, his journey's just begun
life holds so many facets this earth is only one.
Just think of him as resting, from the sorrows and the tears
in a place of warmth and comfort where there are no days and years.
Think how he must be wishing that we could know today
how nothing but our sadness can really pass away.
And think of him as living in the hearts of those he touched
for nothing loved is ever lost and he was loved so much
So sorry for your loss.
The one that some-one else has mentioned really sums up the grief i felt when my mum passed on.
Twelve Songs by H.W. AUDEN (1907-73)
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhears
Scribbline on the sky message He Is Dead
Put crepe bows round and 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 for ever: 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.

mrcow

The Rose 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 loftier height,
It came to a crevice in the wall
Through which there shone a beam of light.

Onward it crept with added strength
With never a thought of fear or pride,
It followed the light through the crevice's 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 it's fragrance more and more.

Shall claim of death cause us to grieve
And make our courage faint and fall?
Nay! Let us faith and hope receive--

The rose still grows beyond the wall,

Scattering fragrance far and wide
Just as it did in days of yore,
Just as it did on the other side,
Just as it will forevermore.

~ A. L. Frink ~

nealallen

Not a poem as such, but nice words....




One night a man had a dream.
He dreamed he was walking along
the beach with the Lord.
Across the dark sky flashed scenes from his life.
For each scene, he noticed
two sets of footprints in the sand,
one beloning to him and the other to the Lord.
When the last scene of his life flashed before him,
he looked back at the footprints in the sand.
He noticed that many times along the path of his life
there was only one set of footprints.
He also noticed that it happened at the
very lowest and saddest times in his life.
This bothered him and he questioned the Lord about it.

"Lord, you said that once I decided to follow you,
you'd walk with me all the way.
But I have noticed that during the most
troublesome times in my life there is
only one set of footprints.
I don't understand why when I needed you most
you would leave me."
The Lord replied "My precious, precious child,
I love you and would never leave you.
During your times of trial and suffereing,
when you see only one set of footprints in the sand,
it was then that I carried you."

purplepurple

candygirl wrote: »

I like this one , who wrote it?

Claude Howell....