May there be a beautiful welcome for you in the home that you are going to. When your time comes, may you be given every blessing and shelter that you need. May you know in your soul that there is no need to be afraid.
I pray that you will have the blessing of being consoled. The Lord be with you and may you rest in peace. So when your eulogy is being read, with your life’s actions to rehash, would you be proud of the things they say about how you lived your dash? If we treat each other with respect and more often wear a smile… remembering that this special dash might only last a little while. To be less quick to anger and show appreciation more and love the people in our lives like we’ve never loved before. So think about this long and hard are there things you’d like to change? For you never know how much time is left that still can be rearranged. What matters is how we live and love and how we spend our dash. He noted that first came the date of birth and spoke of the following date with tears, but he said what mattered most of all was the dash between those years.įor that dash represents all the time they spent alive on earth and now only those who loved them know what that little line is worth.įor it matters not, how much we own, the cars… the house… the cash. He referred to the dates on the tombstone from the beginning… to the end. Good friends, good times, a loved one’ touch.I read of a man who stood to speak at the funeral of a friend. I’ve found that peace at the end of the day. To know that one life has breathed easierįor this is a journey that we all must takeĪnd bury your sorrows in doing good deeds. To earn the appreciation of honest criticsĪnd endure the betrayal of false friends Ī garden patch, or a redeemed social condition To win the respect of the intelligent people Let my name be ever the household word that Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Speak to me in the easy way which you always used I have only slipped away into the next room Take, but by the moments that take our breath away. Life is not measured by the number of breaths we Or you can do what he would want: smile, open your eyes, You can cry and close your mind be empty and turn your Or you can cherish his memory and let it live on, You can remember him and only that he is gone Or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday. You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday,
IRISH BLESSING DO NOT STAND AT MY GRAVE AND WEEP FULL
Or you can be full of the love that you shared, Your heart can be empty because you can’t see him Or you can open your eyes and see all that he has left. You can close your eyes and pray that he will come back, Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods įor nothing now can ever come to any good. The stars are not wanted now put out every one, I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong. He was my North, my South, my East and West, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead. Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,īring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Live your life in a manner that when you die, the world cries and you rejoiceįuneral Blues- Made popular in the movie, “Four Weddings and a Funeral” When you were born, you cried and the world rejoiced God has you in His keeping I have you in my heart. Your memory is my keepsake with which I’ll never part I think of you in silence I often speak your nameĪll I have are memories and your picture in a frame I thought about you yesterday and days before that too, I thought of you with love today but that is nothing new Your love in our hearts, we’ll eternally keep So go in peace, you’ve earned your sleep, You fought for us all in one way or another, Not what did the sketch in the newspaper say,īut how many were sorry when he passed away. Was he ever ready, with word of good cheer, Not, what was his church, nor what was his creed?īut had he befriended those really in need? Not what did he gain, but what did he give? Not, How Did He Die, But How Did He Live? ‘Say not in grief ‘he is no more’ but live in thankfulness that he was’ I absolutely love “The Dash” By Linda Ellis, it is fully copyrighted and can only be viewed by clicking on the below link. If you do read something here and do know the author, please let me know and I will change that accordingly
Wherever I could, I have accredited Poems and Verses to their rightful author, however some of the verses were from cards or wooden rubber stamps (I am a card making addict !!!) When you can’t seem to find the right words, a poem or verse expresses exactly what you want to convey.