The best and most beautiful
Things in the world cannot
Be seen or even touched.
They must be felt with the heart.
A funeral poem by Bishop Brent, using the metaphor of a ship sailing over the horizon to describe passing from this life to the next.
Although I cannot see you, I feel your presence near. I will hold you close in memory Till I drop my very last tear. So
A short bereavement poem about coming to terms with grief and finding joy again, sometimes read as a funeral poem or eulogy.
A special dad is hard to find. You, Dad, I’m keeping in my mind. I wished you could have stayed forever, But I will never
