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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.
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.
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
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. 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 autumns 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 star that shines at night.
Do not stand by my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
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.
#6 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.
#7 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.
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.