Stationery
Step 1. Select a memorial card design.
Step 2. Select a verse, prayer, or poem to display on the back of cards, or submit your own.
Verses, Prayers, and Poems
#1 Eternal Color
In spring, tree's leaves were merely buds when everything was new.
They couldn't shade, nor hide a bird, but every day they grew.
Now autumn's here, and leaves have turned from summertime's full bloom.
They separate from branch, their home, and snow will be their tomb.
How sad that when they're at their peak it's time for them to go.
Yet how colorful they made this world; it was God's plan, I know.
Your life, too, was most beautiful; how brightly shown your heart.
For now, my friend, you've joined the leaves, and from us, did depart.
#2 Comfort
In everybody's garden
A little rain must fall
Or life's sweetest fairest flowers,
Wouldn't grow and bloom at all.
And though the clouds hang heavy
So heavy. Oh! My friend.
I'm sure that God who sends the shower
Will send the rainbow's end.
#3
Death is not the enemy of life, but its friend, for it is that knowledge that our years are limited which makes them so precious. It is the truth that time is but lent to us which makes us, at our best, look upon our years as a trust handed into our temporary keeping.
--Joshua L. Liebman
#4
Leaf after leaf, flower after flower
Some in the dawn of day, some in the after hour.
Alive they flourish and alive they fall
And the Earth that sustained them
Receives them all.
#5 Irish Blessing
May the road up rise to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
The rains fall soft upon your fields,
And until we meet again
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.

#6 Native American Prayer
NATIVE AMERICAN PRAYER
I give you this one thought to keep -
I am with you still, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not think of me as gone -
I am with you still, in each new dawn.

#7
The butterfly emerges from its silken shell-
Reborn, it arises, no longer bound to earth.
Free at last, the butterfly glides to heights unknown before.
So do our loved ones find a beautiful release as,
Earthbound no more, they leave our sight and joyfully rise
To a garden of matchless beauty, a place of light and peace.
--Evelyn Phillips
#8 Serenity Prayer
God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
Courage to change the things I can,
And wisdom to know the difference.
#9
When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.
I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on, as if in pain:
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
And haply may forget.
--CHRISTINA ROSSETTI
#10 Ecclesiastes 3
To everything there is a season,
A time for every purpose under heaven:
A time to be born,
And a time to die;
A time to sow,
And a time to reap;
A time to weep,
And a time to laugh;
A time to mourn,
And a time to dance;
A time to gain,
And a time to lose;
A time to keep,
And a time to cast away;
A time to rend,
And a time to sew;
A time to keep silence,
And a time to speak;
A time to love,
And a time to hate;
A time of war,
And a time of peace.

#11 Litany of Remembrance
In the rising of the Sun and in its going down,
we remember them.
In the blowing of the wind and in the chill of winter,
we remember them.
In the opening of buds and in the rebirth of spring,
we remember them.
In the blueness of the sky & in the warmth of summer,
we remember them.
In the rustling of leaves and in the beauty of autumn,
we remember them.
In the beginning of the year and when it ends,
we remember them.
When we are weary and in need of strength,
we remember them.
When we are lost and sick at heart,
we remember them.
When we have joys we yearn to share,
we remember them.
So long as we live, they too shall live,
for they are a part of us,
as we remember them.