I send you to the restless sun
Awaiting your sweet shine,
And in between this world and next
I’ll hold your hand in mine.
For it is there between the sky
And boundless clouds of blue
That those who’ve passed this way before
Are waiting there for you.
Life is made of many things,
Of love, of grief, of strife.
Women pulled by many strings,
A child, mother, wife.
And now those strings will bind no more.
You’re free to chase the wind.
This is where your troubles end
And where your peace begins.
When great trees fall, rocks on distant hills shudder, lions hunker down in tall grasses, and even elephants lumber after safety. When great trees fall
Sonnet 60 by William Shakespeare is ideal as a funeral poem or memorial service reading for a loved one.
Our hearts are broken forever. People tell us that in time the pieces will eventually come back together. If this is true, though hard to
A short funeral poem by Helen Lowrie Marshall about happy memories living on after a loved one has gone.
