Looking for a poem

[malengwa]

Hi there. I'm beginning to plan mums funeral, quite cathartic. A little while ago someone posted either a link or a poem that was about the burden she had to carry. I thought how lovely it would be but I can't find it.
I've tried a search but don't have much to go on.
I found that lovely one about the mind dying a while ago.

Any ideas?

 

[Scouts girl]

My niece is reading this one at my mums funeral in a couple of weeks. I found it to be very moving.

It is called ‘Her Journeys Just Begun’ by Ellen Brenneman

Don't think of her as gone away
her journey's just begun,
life holds so many facets
this earth is only one.
Just think of her as resting
from the sorrows and the tears
in a place of warmth and comfort
where there are no days and years.
Think how she must be wishing
that we could know today
how nothing but our sadness
can really pass away.
And think of her as living
in the hearts of those she touched...
for nothing loved is ever lost
and she was loved so much.

Hope you may find it as lovely as I do.

 

[nitram]

There's a selection in
https://forum.alzheimers.org.uk/threads/poems-or-readings-for-funeral.85676/

 

[Beate]

I got this poem by Patience Strong from somewhere on the board:

You are absent from the home but never from my heart
A thousand times a day you come. Some little thing will start
A trail of lovely memories that winds back through the years
A trail that all too often leads into a vale of tears.

You are absent from this place but never far away
from my thoughts, in all I do, in all I think and say.
You have gone – but something of your spirit lingers here
I feel the comfort of your presence ever near and dear.

 

[SnowWhite]

My niece is reading this one at my mums funeral in a couple of weeks. I found it to be very moving.

It is called ‘Her Journeys Just Begun’ by Ellen Brenneman

Don't think of her as gone away
her journey's just begun,
life holds so many facets
this earth is only one.
Just think of her as resting
from the sorrows and the tears
in a place of warmth and comfort
where there are no days and years.
Think how she must be wishing
that we could know today
how nothing but our sadness
can really pass away.
And think of her as living
in the hearts of those she touched...
for nothing loved is ever lost
and she was loved so much.

Hope you may find it as lovely as I do.

We had this poem on the back of my Dads funeral card - obviously entitled His Journeys just begun.

There are two other verses actually and I like those the best of all ....

Even as the sun goes down
To end the light of day
It's rising on a new horizon
Somewhere far away

And though our world seems darker
For the loss of one we'll miss
Our loved one's life is dawning
In a brighter world than this.

 

[love.dad.but..]

Reading these poems and thinking of dad has given me goosebumps. I hope you find a little comfort Malengwa in knowing your Mum would be proud of your care and now your thoughtfulness pulling her funeral together

 

[Jessbow]

My Late dads fav with ''Nod the Shepherd''


SOFTLY along the road of evening,
In a twilight dim with rose,
Wrinkled with age, and drenched with dew
Old Nod, the shepherd, goes.

His drowsy flock streams on before him,
Their fleeces charged with gold,
To where the sun's last beam leans low
On Nod the shepherd's fold.

The hedge is quick and green with briar,
From their sand the conies creep;
And all the birds that fly in heaven
Flock singing home to sleep.

His lambs outnumber a noon's roses,
Yet, when night's shadows fall,
His blind old sheep-dog, Slumber-soon,
Misses not one of all.

His are the quiet steeps of dreamland,
The waters of no-more-pain;
His ram's bell rings 'neath an arch of stars,
"Rest, rest, and rest again."

 

[Sam Luvit]

My personal favourite

Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away to 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 you always used.
Put no difference into 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 ever the household word
that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effect.
Without the trace of a shadow on it.

Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same that it ever was.
There is absolute unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind
because I am out of sight?

I am but 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 only better, infinitely happier and forever we will all be one together with Christ.

Henry Scott Holland

 

[malengwa]

Thankyou. I am torn between the one I was looking for and a more uplifting one .
After spending several hours listening to russell watson music(I think she was his biggest fan), I think I've found the songs she wanted at her funeral...she told me many years ago but I couldn't remember.
but they are Nella fantasia and Someone to remember me. I knew I would recognise them when I heard them so plenty more tears today.

 

[Amethyst59]

It is such a special thing you are doing...and it sounds as if you are doing it well. Our thoughts are with you x

 

[Scouts girl]

Yes it has been so emotional organising the funeral for my dear mum. Choosing the music was deeply moving but I hope that we have chosen a couple of her favourites and she would be proud of our choices. We have the celebrant visiting tomorrow to discuss the order of service, she sounds lovely so hopefully will put me at my ease. I am just hoping I can manage to give the eulogy I have written for mum without breaking down. Will be a lot of deep breaths I think.

 

[Scouts girl]

SnowWhite, I hadn’t come across these last two verses of the poem we have chosen and will certainly include them. Very moving.

 

[Izzy]

At my husband's funeral I did manage to give the eulogy but I had a printed out copy of it which I gave to the minister. He was ready to read it if I had not been able to do so. I agree that everyone there will be right behind you.

 

[malengwa]

Oh Scoutsgirl, I know I won't be able to, so my brother is doing something, I just don't know what. He's happy to read my poem, as is my cousin.

I'm still undecided, it will come to me I'm sure.

 

[Beate]

At my husband's funeral I did manage to give the eulogy but I had a printed out copy of it which I gave to the minister. He was ready to read it if I had not been able to do so. I agree that everyone there will be right behind you.

I managed mine too but the celebrant had a back up copy. You'll be fine on the day.