Words Of Comfort

This collection of poems have often been of comfort to those dealing with grief and loss.

 

Click on the title of your choice in the list below to view the poem.

 

There are also many more poems and verses to choose from at this website www.naturalendings.co.uk/funeral-poetry

A Child Loaned

By Edgar Albert Guest

I’ll lend you for a little time
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 year
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 the child to learn.
I’ve looked this wide world over
In my search for teacher’s true,
And from the throngs that crowd life’s lanes,
I have selected you;
Now will you give him all your love,
Nor think the labour vain
Nor hate Me when I come to call
And take him back again?

I fancied that I heard them say,
“Dear Lord, They will be done,
For all the joy Thy child shall bring,
For the risk of grief we’ll 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 planned,
We’ll brave the bitter grief that comes
And try to understand.”

A Prayer

Anonymous

The death of someone we love and care about
Is like the death of part of us.
No one else will ever call out from within us
Quite the same responses, the same feelings or actions or ideas.
Their death is an ending of one part of a story.
Lord as we look back over Rose’s life
We ask what we have received, what we can appropriate

And continue on in our own lives and what must be laid to rest.
Our love for her reminds us that our sharing
In one another’s lives brings both support and pain.
Our being parted from her reminds us of our own mortality
And that your love is enduring.

We thank you that our love for Rose draws us together
And gives us a new appreciation of one another
And of the beauty and fragility of relationships
Which mirror your grace and goodness to us.

Lord, time’s tide may wash her footprints from the shore
But not our love for her nor the influence of her life upon our own
Nor the ways in which they will ever be a sign for us
Of those things which really matter – which are eternal.
Hear this prayer for your love’s sake. Amen.

Adaptation Of Ecclesiastes Chapter 3

For everything there is a season
a time for every occupation under heaven
a time to be born, a time to die
a time for planting, a time for uprooting
a time for tears, a time for laughter
a time for mourning, a time for dancing
a time for searching, a time for loosing
a time for conflict, and a time for peace

Binyon’s Lines

They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old;
age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn,
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
we will remember them.

Crossing The Bar

Alfred, Lord Tennyson

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 to home.

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

For though from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood that may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilots face
When I have crossed the bar.

Death Is Nothing At All

By Canon Henry Scott-Holland

I have only slipped away into the next room.
I am I and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other,
that we still are.
Call me by my old familiar name,
speak to me in the easy way which we always used.
Put no difference in your tone,
wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed
at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be the household word it always was.
Let it be spoken without effort,
without the ghost of a shadow in it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was;
there is absolute unbroken continuity.
What is death but a negligible accident?
Why should I be out of mind
because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you,
for an interval somewhere very near,
just around the corner.
All is well.
Nothing is past, nothing is lost.
One brief moment and all will be as it was before.

Do Not Stand At My Grave And Cry

Attributed to Mary Frye

Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die,
I am the thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glint on snow,
When you awaken in the morning hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush,
Of quiet birds in circled flight,
I am bright stars that shine at night,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.

Footprints

One night man had a dream.
He dreamed he was walking along a beach with the LORD.
Across the sky flashed scenes of his life.
For each scene, he noticed two sets of footprints in the sand:
One belonged 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 this happened at the very lowest and saddest times in his life …
This really 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 recent
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 child,
I love you and I would never leave you.
During the times of trial and suffering,
When you see only one set of footprints,
It was then that I carried you.”

For All The Blessings Life Has Brought

For all the blessings life has brought,
For all its sorrowing hours have taught
For all we mourn, for all we keep,
The hands we clasp, the loved that sleep.
We thank Thee, Father; let Thy grace
Our loving circle embrace;
Thy mercy shed it’s heavenly store;
Thy peace be with us evermore.

If It Should Be…

If it should be that I grow frail and weak
And pain should keep me from my sleep
Then you must do what must be done
For this last battle can’t be won

You will be sad, I understand
Don’t let this stay your hand
For this day more than all the rest
Your love and friendship stand the test

We’ve had so many happy years
What is to come can hold no fears
You’d not want me to suffer so
When the time comes let me go

Take me where my needs they’ll tend
Only, stay with me ’til the end
And hold me firm and speak to me
Until my eyes no longer see

I know in time you will see
It’s a kindness you do to me
Though may tail it’s last was waved
From pain and suffering I’ve been saved

Don’t grieve that it should be you
Who has to decide this thing to do?
We’ve been so close we two these years
Don’t let your heart hold any tears

Life Well Lived

A life well lived is a precious gift,
of hope and strength and grace,
from someone who has made our world
a brighter, better place.

Take Time

Take time to gaze at a sunset sky
Where colours blaze to dazzle the eye.
Take time to watch a moonlit sea
And look in awe at a towering tree.
Take time to look in the heart of a flower
Adorned with diamonds from a gentle shower.
Take time to view a mountain high
With snowy peak ‘gainst bluest sky.
Take time to listen to the song of birds –
A paean of joy without need of words.
Take time to tell your closest friend
You love and loyalty will never end.
Take time to stop and stand and stare
At wonders round you everywhere.
Take time to make time –
For all too soon there is no more time.

That Person Is A Success

That person is a success who lived well,
laughed often and loved much.
Who gained the respect of intelligent people
and the love of children.
Who filled his niche and accomplished his task.
Who leaves the world better than he found it.
Who never lacked appreciation of Earth’s beauty.
Who always looked for the best in others
and who gave the very best he had.

The Hands Of Time

We cannot stop the hands of time
Nor live again the past
But we shall love and think of you
As long as time shall last

The Last Farewell

Trevor Rowe

Dear friends, I go, but do not weep,
I’ve lived my life, so full, so deep.
Throughout my life, I gave my best,
I earned my keep, I’ve earned my rest.
I never tried to be great or grand,
I tried to be a helping hand.
If I helped in a team,
If I helped on my own,
I was more than repaid
By good friends I have known.
And if I went the extra mile
I did it with pleasure,
It was all worthwhile.
If I brightened your path,
Then let it be,
A small contribution
From my loved ones and me.
But mostly I cherished the family I knew,
In a bond never-ending,
So precious, so true.
Now sadly I leave you, and travel alone,
Through the mystic veil
To the great unknown.
With such beautiful memories
That forever will be,
The way that I hope
You’ll remember me.

The Priceless Gifts In Life

The priceless gifts in life
are not the ones wrapped up
and exchanged on special occasions,
But the gifts we give when
we give of ourselves.
It is the love that we share.
It is the comfort we lend at times of need.
It is the moments we spend together,
helping each other follow our dreams.
The most priceless gifts in life
are the understanding and caring,
that come from the heart.
And each and every one of us
has these gifts to offer …
Through the gift of ourselves.

The Rose Beyond The Wall

A rose once grew where all could see,
Sheltered beside a garden wall,
And as the days passed swiftly by,
It spread it’s branches, straight and tall.

One day a beam of light shone through
a crevice that had opened wide,
The rose bent gently toward the warmth
and passed beyond to the other side.

Now, you who deeply feel its loss,
Be comforted the rose blooms there
Its beauty even greater now,
Nurtured by God’s own loving care.

To Mourn Too Long

To mourn too long for those
we love is self indulgent –
But to honour their memory
with a promise to live a little better
for having known them,
gives a purpose to their life –
and some reason for their death.