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LA MUERTE NO ES NADA. (Henry Scott Holland).

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La muerte no es nada.

Solamente me he pasado a la siguiente habitación.

Yo soy yo y tú eres tú.

Cualquier cosa que hayamos sido el uno para el otro,

todavía lo somos.

Llámame por mi viejo nombre de familia.

Háblame con la misma naturalidad con que solías hacerlo.

No uses un fingido aire de solemnidad o de lamento.

Ríe como reíamos siempre

con las pequeñas bromas que disfrutamos juntos.

Juega, sonríe, piensa en mí, reza por mí.

Deja que mi nombre sea siempre la palabra cotidiana

que siempre fue.

Deja que sea pronunciado sin fingir,

sin un rastro de sombra sobre él.

Vida significa todo lo que siempre significó.

Es lo mismo que fue siempre.

Hay absoluta y total continuidad.

Por qué deberías olvidarme

porque no me ves?

Estoy esperando por ti, por un espacio, en algún lugar cercano,

justo a la vuelta de la esquina. Todo está bien.

Henry Scott Holland, poeta, teólogo y predicador británico.

Ledbury, Herefordshire, 27-01-1847; Oxford, 17-03-1918.

Catedral de San Pablo. Londres.


Si me voy antes que vos
Jaime Roos
Si me voy antes que vos
si te dejo en estas tierras
no te asustes de la noche
que en la noche vivo yo
Si me voy antes que vos
si es así que está dispuesto
quiero que tus noticias
hablen del aire y del sol
Quiero que siempre recuerdes
lo que dijimos un día
que cada vez que te ríes
río contigo mi amor
Y no te olvides de algo
que se adivina en la vida
y es que la vida misma
es un milagro de amor.
Si me voy antes que vos
y visito tu silencio
no es para que estés triste
ni para ver tu dolor
Quiero decirte mi amor
en estas torpes palabras
que cada vez que llores
lo sabrá mi corazón
Y no nos encontraremos
pues siempre estuve a tu lado
hacia dónde y hasta cuándo
esas son cosas de Dios
Y no nos encontraremos
pues siempre estuve a tu lado
siempre aunque me vaya antes
es un milagro de amor.

Poems for Funerals

There are hundred of poems for funerals and Books of Remembrance and here we give a selection of our
favourites.

The most comprehensive book we have found, which also gives practical advice for funerals and memorial services as well
as many suggestions for music , readings, prayers and other poetry, both Christian and non-denominational, is ‘Funerals: A
Guide by James Bentley, Andrew Best and Jackie Hunt, Hodder & Stoughton, 1994 & 1995. Paperback. This book is currently
out of print but may well be found via second hand bookshops and on the internet.
Death is nothing at all

Death is nothing at all, 


I have only slipped into the next room 
I am I and you are you 
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. 
Call me by my old familiar name, 
Speak to me in the easy way which you 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 ever the household word that it always was, 
Let it be spoken without effect, without the trace of shadow on it. 
Life means all that it ever meant. 
It it the same as it ever was, there is unbroken continuity. 
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.

Henry Scott Holland


1847-1918
Canon of St Paul's Cathedral

If I should die and leave you here awhile,


Be not like others, sore undone, who keep
Long vigils by the silent dust, and weep.
For my sake turn again to life and smile,
Nerving thy heart and trembling hands to do
Something to comfort weaker hearts than thine.
Complete those dear unfinished tasks of mine
And I perchance may therein comfort you.

Attrib. A Price Hughes

I fall asleep in the full and certain hope


That my slumber shall not be broken;
And that though I be all-forgetting,
Yet shall I not be forgotten,
But continue that life in the thoughts and deeds
Of those I loved.

Samuel Butler 
1835-1902

 
 

Farewell

Farewell to Thee! But not farewell


To all my fondest thoughts of Thee;
Within my heart they still shall dwell
And they shall cheer and comfort me.

Life seems more sweet that Thou didst live


And men more true Thou wert one;
Nothing is lost that Thou didst give,
Nothing destroyed that Thou hast done.

Anne Bronte
1820-1849

Indian Prayer

When I am dead
Cry for me a little
Think of me sometimes
But not too much.
Think of me now and again
As I was in life
At some moments it's pleasant to recall
But not for long.
Leave me in peace
And I shall leave you in peace
And while you live
Let your thoughts be with the living.

Traditional

Remember

Remember me when I am gone away, 


Gone far away into the silent land: 
When you can no more hold me by the hand, 
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay. 
Remember me when no more day by day 
You tell me of our future that you planned: 
Only remember me; you understand 
It will be late to counsel then or pray. 
Yet if you should forget me for a while 
And afterwards remember, do not grieve: 
For if the darkness and corruption leave 
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had, 
Better by far you should forget and smile 
Than that you should remember and be sad.
Christina Rossetti 
1830-1894

Do not stand at my grave and weep 


I am not there, I do not sleep 
I am a 1,000 winds that blow 
I am the diamond glints on snow 
I am the sun 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 light 
I am the soft star that shines at night 
Do not stand at my grave and cry 
I am not there; I did not die.

Anon, 20th century

Not, how did he die, but how did he live?


Not, what did he gain, but what did he give?
These are the units to measure the worth
Of a man as a man, regardless of birth.
Not what was his church, nor what was his creed?
But had he befriended those really in need?
Was he ever ready, with word of good cheer,
To bring back a smile, to banish a tear?
Not what did the sketch in the newspaper say,
But how many were sorry when he passed away?

Anon

Miss Me, But Let Me Go

When I come to the end of the road


And the sun has set for me,
I want no rites in a gloom filled room
Why cry for a soul set free!
Miss me a little, but not for long,
And not with your head bowed low.
Remember the love we once shared,
Miss me, but let me go!
For this a journey we all must take,
And each must go alone;
It's all a part of the master's plan
A step on the road to home.
When you are lonely and sick of heart
Go to the friends we know,
And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds,
Miss me, but let me go.

Robyn Rancman

Footprints

One night a man had a dream. He dreamed he was walking along the beach with the Lord. Across the sky flashed scenes
from his life. For each scene , he noticed two sets of footprints in the sand: one belonging 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, that there was only one set of footprints. He also noticed that it 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 troublesome times of 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 Son, My precious child. I Love You, and would never leave you. During your times of trial and
suffering, when you see only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you".

Anon

When Tomorrow Starts Without Me

When tomorrow starts without me, and I am not here to see,


If the sun should rise and find your eyes all filled with tears for me,
I know how much you love me as much as I love you,
And each time you think of me I know you'll miss me too.
But when tomorrow starts without me please try to understand,
That Jesus came and called my name and took me by the hand.
He said my place is ready in heaven far above,
And that I have to leave behind all those I dearly love.
But as I turned to walk away a tear fell from my eye,
For all my life I'd always thought it wasn't my time to die.
I had so much to live for and so much yet to do,
It seems almost impossible that I was leaving you.
I thought of all the yesterdays the good ones and the bad,
I thought of all the love we shared and all the fun we had.
If I could have stayed for just a little while,
I'd say goodbye and kiss you and maybe see you smile.
But then I fully realise that this could never be,
For emptiness and memories would take the place of me.
And when I thought of worldly things that I'd miss come tomorrow,
I thought of you and when I did my heart was filled with sorrow.
But when I walked through Heaven's gate and felt so much at home,
As God looked down and smiled at me from his great golden throne.
He said "This is eternity, And all I've promised you,
Today your life on earth is past, but here it starts anew."
"I promise no tomorrow but today will always last,
And since each day's the same here there's no longing for the past."
So when tomorrow starts without me don't think we're far apart,
For every time you think of me I'm right here in your heart.

Anon

His Journey's Just Begun

Don't think of him as gone away 


his journey's just begun,
life holds so many facets 
this earth is only one.

Just think of him as resting


from the sorrows and the tears
in a place of warmth and comfort
where there are no days and years.

Think how he must be wishing


that we could know today
how nothing but our sadness
can really pass away.

And think of him as living


in the hearts of those he touched...
for nothing loved is ever lost 
and he was loved so much.

E. Brenneman

'Say not in grief 'he is no more' but live in thankfulness that he was'

Hebrew proverb

'What the caterpillar perceives is the end, to the butterfly is just the beginning'

Anon

‘The song is ended but the memory lingers on’.

Lyrics by Irving Berlin

 
 

Life Goes On

If I should go before the rest of you 


Break not a flower 
Nor inscribe a stone 
Nor when I am gone 
Speak in a Sunday voice 
But be the usual selves 
That I have known 

Weep if you must 


Parting is hell 
But life goes on 
So .... sing as well

Joyce Grenfell 
1910-1979

When I am dead
Cry for me a little
Think of me sometimes
But not too much.
Think of me now and again
As I was in life
At some moments it's pleasant to recall
But not for long.
Leave me in peace
And I shall leave you in peace
And while you live
Let your thoughts be with the living.

Anon

If I should go tomorrow
It would never be goodbye,
For I have left my heart with you,
So don't you ever cry.
The love that's deep within me,
Shall reach you from the stars,
You'll feel it from the heavens,
And it will heal the scars.

Anon

 
 

But Not Forgotten

I think no matter where you stray,


That I shall go with you a way.
Though you may wander sweeter lands,
You will not forget my hands,
Nor yet the way I held my head
Nor the tremulous things I said.
You will still see me, small and white
And smiling, in the secret night,
And feel my arms about you when
The day comes fluttering back again.
I think, no matter where you be,
You'll hold me in your memory
And keep my image there without me,
By telling later loves about me.

Dorothy Parker

“No te pares al lado de mi tumba y solloces, And


Should
no estoy ahí, no duermo. The
Soy un millar de vientos que soplan, Angels
soy el destello del diamante sobre nieve. Call 
Soy el reflejo de la luz sobre el grano maduro, A
beautiful
soy la lluvia benévola de otoño. poem, 
Cuando despiertes en la quietud de la mañana, especiall
soy la exaltante prisa repentina  y for
those
de mansos pájaros en vuelo circular, mournin
soy las suaves estrellas que brillan por la noche. g the
No te pares al lado de mi tumba y solloces, loss 
of a
no estoy ahí, no he muerto." child. 

Autor Desconocido

“La vida es un grandioso


amanecer.
No veo porque la muerte no
debería ser 
uno aun mejor.”
Vladimir Nobokov
Autor Ruso-Americano
Libros
“Muerte no es nada, no
cuenta.  Solamente me he
escabullido a la otra habitación.
Nada ha pasado. Todo permanece
exactamente como era. Yo soy yo,
y tu eres tu, y la antigua vida que
tan tiernamente vivimos juntos esta
intacta, inalterada. Lo que sea que
fuimos para el otro, todavía lo
somos. Llámame con el viejo y
familiar nombre. Habla de mí en la
fácil manera con que siempre
solías hacerlo. No pongas
diferencia en tu tono. No uses un
aire forzado de solemnidad o de
congoja. Ríe como siempre
reíamos con las pequeñas bromas
que disfrutábamos juntos. Juega,
sonríe, piensa en mi, reza por mi.
Deja que mi nombre sea mas que
nunca la palabra cotidiana que
siempre fue. Deja que sea dicha
sin esfuerzo, sin un fantasma de
sombra sobre ella. Vida significa
todo lo que siempre significó. Es lo
mismo que siempre fue. Hay una
absoluta y entera continuidad.
¿Que es esta muerte mas que un
negligente accidente? ¿Por que
debería estar ausente porque estoy
fuera de vista? Estoy solo
esperando por ti, por un intervalo,
en algún lugar muy cerca, solo a la
vuelta alrededor de la esquina.
Todo esta bien."

Henry Scott Holland

“Si hemos estado satisfechos


con la vida,
no deberíamos estar
disgustados con la muerte,
ya que viene de la mano
del mismo amo.”
 
Michelangelo 
Pintor, Escultor y Arquitecto Italiano
Libros  Citas

Para todos los relojes, corta el


teléfono,
impide que el perro ladre con un
hueso jugoso.
Silencia los pianos, y con tambor
amortiguado,
trae afuera el cajón, deja que los
afligidos vengan.
Deja que los aviones circulen
gimiendo por encima,
garabateando en el cielo el
mensaje " él esta muerto".
Pone grandes cintas alrededor de
los blancos cuellos de los cisnes.
Deja que los policías de trafico
usen negros guantes de algodón.
Él era mi norte, mi sur, mi este, y
oeste, 
mi semana de trabajo y mi
descanso de Domingo,
mi mediodía, mi medianoche, mi
habla, mi canción.
Pense que amor duraría para
siempre. Estaba equivocada.
Las estrellas no son deseadas
ahora, apaga todas y cada una.
Envuelve la luna y desmantela el
sol.
Vuelca el océano y barre la
madera.
Porque ahora nada podría hacer
ningún bien." 

'Melancolia de Funeral' por W. H.


Auden
Poetisa y Dramaturga Britanica
Libros   

“Creo que si me muriese,


y tu caminaras cerca de mi
tumba,
desde las mismas
profundidades de la tierra
escucharía tus pasos.”
Benito Perez Galdos
Dramaturgo y Novelista Espanol
Libros

"Cuando llegue el tiempo de morir,


no seas como aquellos cuyos
corazones estan llenos de miedo a
la muerte, y cuando su tiempo llega
sollozan e imploran por un poco
mas de tiempo para vivir sus vidas
de nuevo en una forma diferente.
Canta tu cancion de muerte, y
muere como un heroe regresando
a casa." 

Tecumseh 
Jefe Indio Shawnee
Libros

“Veo la vida como un regalo


de Dios.
Ahora que el la quiere de
vuelta
no tengo derecho a quejarme.”
Joyce Cary 
Autor Ingles
Libros  

Todos somos barcos volviendo a


casa
cargados con experiencia de vida,
memorias de trabajo, buenos
tiempos y pesares,
cada uno con su carga especial;
y es nuestro comun destino
mostrar las marcas del viaje,
aqui una proa astillada, alli un
cordaje emparchado,
y cada casco ennegrecido
por el incesante apaleo de las
incansables olas.

Ojala seamos agradecidos por


buenos tiempos y mares apacibles,
y en tiempos de tormenta tener el
coraje
y la paciencia que caracteriza a
todo buen navegante;
y, sobretodo, ojala tengamos la
alentadora esperanza de gozosos
encuentros,
cuando nuestro barco finalmente
tire su ancla en el agua quieta de la
eterna bahia.

Max Ehrmann 
Poeta Americano
Libros  
Cuando naciste, tu lloraste y el
mundo se regocijo. Vive tu
vida de tal manera que cuando
mueras, el mundo llore y tu te
regocijes.   
Refran Cherokee 

"Calido sol de verano, brilla


amablemente aqui; 
Calido viento del sur, sopla
suavemente aqui;
Verde pasto por encima, yace
levemente, yace levemente-
Buenas noches, querido corazon,
buenas noches, buenas noches."

Robert Richardson  
(Escrito de esta manera sobre la tumba de
Susy Clemens, hija de Mark Twain.)  

Si tal vez la muerte es amable, y


puede que haya un retorno,
volveremos a la tierra alguna
noche fragante,
y tomaremos estos caminos para
encontrar el mar, y doblando
respirar la misma azalea, baja y
blanca.

Bajaremos de noche a esas playas


resonantes,
y al largo, suave trueno del
oceano,
aqui por una sola hora en la ancha
luz de las estrellas
seremos felices, por los muertos
son libres.

'Si la Muerte es Amable' 


por Sarah Teasdale

"Queria un final perfecto…


Ahora, he aprendido de la manera
mas dura que algunos poemas no
riman, y algunas historias no tienen
un claro comienzo, una mitad, y un
final. La vida es acerca de no
saber, tener que cambiar, aferrar el
momento y hacer 
lo mejor de este, sin saber que es
lo que va a pasar.
Deliciosa ambiguedad."

Gilda Radner, 1946-1989


Comediante Americana

Poems & Words of Comfort


Many of the poems and sayings included here bring comfort and solace
to those that read them and may help put into words some of the most
difficult and painful emotions and feelings associated with death and
bereavement.  
  
However, they are very personal and if passing them on to bereaved
friends and relatives they may not always bring the comfort intended –
be sensitive to the age of the deceased and nature of their death. 
  
There are also a number of wonderful personal poems that may be
helpful on our visitor’s page, written by our many subscribers. 

'Say not in grief 'he is no more' but live in thankfulness that he was' 
Hebrew proverb 

'Yesterday is a memory, tomorrow is a mystery and today is a gift,


which is why it is called the present' 

'What the caterpillar perceives is the end, to the butterfly is just the
beginning' 

'Everything that has a beginning has an ending.  Make your peace with
that and all will be well' 
Buddist saying 
Celtic Blessing
May the roads rise to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back,
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
The rain fall soft upon your fields
And, until we meet again,
May God hold you in the hollow of his hand.
Anon

Time
Time is too slow for those who wait
Too swift for those who fear
Too long for those who grieve
Too short for those who rejoice
But, for those who love –
Time is eternity.

'There was never yet an uninteresting life.  Such a thing is an


impossibility.  Inside of the dullest exterior there is a drama, a comedy
and a tragedy' 
Mark Twain, The refuge of the Derelicts 1905 

It must be borne in mind that the tragedy of life doesn't lie in not
reaching your goal. 
The tragedy lies in having no goal to reach. 

It is not a calamity to die with dreams unfulfilled. 


But it is a calamity not to dream. 

It is not a disaster to be unable to capture your ideal, 


But it is a disaster to no ideal to capture. 

It is not a disgrace not to reach the stars. 


But it is a disgrace not to have stars to reach for. 

Not failure, but low aim is a sin. 


Dr Benjamin Elijah Mays 
1894-1984 

Do not stand at my grave and weep 


I am not there, I do not sleep 
I am a 1,000 winds that blow 
I am the diamond glints on snow 
I am the sun 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 light 
I am the soft star that shines at night 
Do not stand at my grave and cry 
I am not there; I did not die. 
Anonymous  

All Is Well 
Death is nothing at all, 
I have only slipped into the next room 
I am I and you are you 
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. 
Call me by my old familiar name, 
Speak to me in the easy way which you 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 ever the household world that it always was, 
Let it be spoken without effect, without the trace of shadow on it. 
Life means all that it ever meant. 
It it the same as it ever was, there is unbroken continuity. 
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. 
Henry Scott Holland
1847-1918
Canon of St Paul 's Cathedral 

They are not dead,


Who leave us this great heritage of remembering joy.

They still live in our hearts,


In the happiness we knew, in the dreams we shared.

They still breathe,


In the lingering fragrance,windblown, from their favourite flowers.

They still smile in the moonlight’s silver,


And laugh in the sunlight’s sparking gold.
They still speak in the echoes of the words we’ve heard them say again
and again.

They still move,


In the rhythm of waving grasses, in the dance of the tossing branches.

They are not dead;


Their memory is warm in our hearts, comfort in our sorrow.

They are not apart from us, but part of us,

For love is eternal,


And those we love shall be with us throughout all eternity.
Anon

A Child Loaned 
"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." 
Anonymous 

Tribute Poem for Rhys Jones


Now God wanted a football match
And to play it up in heaven
But first he needed players
And select his first eleven.
Georgie Best, big Brian Labone
The legend Dixie Dean
Alan Ball and Bobby Moore
All made it in the team.
He needed one more player
Someone who would be quick
From up above he looked down
And saw Rhys there in his kit.
So Rhys was taken up above
God took him by the hand
To play the game he loved so much
Where sponsorship is banned
There is no cheating either as
God is the referee
There are no mega wages
And the transfers they are free.
The games are live on telly
You don’t have to subscribe
The players all stay on their feet
‘Cos no one takes a dive.
So Rhys plays now so happily
To the angels in the crowd
And every time he hits the net
They roar his name so loud.
Hve fun my little blue boy
You’re safe and in God’s care
‘Till it’s time for me to get my boots
And join you up there.
Written by Stephen Jones for his son Rhys

High Flight 
Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth 
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings. 
Sunward I've climbed and joined the tumbling mirth 
Of sun split clouds - and done a hundred things 
You have not dreamed of; wheeled and soared and swung 
High in the sunlit silence. Hovering there 
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung 
My eager craft through footless halls of air; 
Up, up the long delirious burning blue 
I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace, 
Where never lark nor even eagle flew; 
And while, with silent lifting mind I've trod 
The high, untrespassed sanctity of space 
Put out my hand and touched the face of God. 
Fl. Officer John Gillespie McGee 
1922-1941 

Farewell 
Farewell to Thee!  But not farewell 
To all my fondest thoughts of Thee; 
Within my heart they still shall dwell 
And they shall cheer and comfort me. 

Life seems more sweet that Thou didst live 


And men more true Thou wert one; 
Nothing is lost that Thou didst give, 
Nothing destroyed that Thou hast done. 
Anne Bronte 
1820-1849 

Life Goes On 


If I should go before the rest of you 
Break not a flower 
Nor inscribe a stone 
Nor when I am gone 
Speak in a Sunday voice 
But be the usual selves 
That I have known 
Weep if you must 
Parting is hell 
But life goes on 
So .... sing as well 
Joyce Grenfell 
1910-1979 

Indian Prayer 
When I am dead 
Cry for me a little 
Think of me sometimes 
But not too much. 
Think of me now and again 
As I was in life 
At some moments it's pleasant to recall 
But not for long. 
Leave me in peace 
And I shall leave you in peace 
And while you live 
Let your thoughts be with the living. 
Traditional 

If I should go tomorrow 


It would never be goodbye, 
For I have left my heart with you, 
So don't you ever cry. 
The love that's deep within me, 
Shall reach you from the stars, 
You'll feel it from the heavens, 
And it will heal the scars. 

He is Gone 
You can shed tears that he is gone, 
Or you can smile because he lived, 
You can close your eyes and pray that he will come back, 
Or you can open your eyes and see all that he has left. 

Your heart can be empty because you can't see him 


Or you can be full of the love that you shared, 
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday, 
Or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday. 

You can remember him and only that he is gone 


Or you can cherish his memory and let it live on, 
You can cry and close your mind be empty and turn your 
                                                                          back, 
Or you can do what he would want: smile, open your eyes, 
                                                              love and go on. 
David Harkins      

I am standing on the sea shore, 


A ship sails in the morning breeze and starts for the ocean. 
She is an object of beauty and I stand watching her 
Till at last she fades on the horizon and someone at my side says: 
"She is gone." 

Gone! Where? 
Gone from my sight - that is all. 
She is just as large in the masts, hull and spars as she was when I saw
her 
And just as able to bear her load of living freight to its destination. 
The diminished size and total loss of sight is in me, 
not in her. 

And just at the moment when someone at my side says, 


"She is gone", 
There are others who are watching her coming, and other voices take up
a glad shout: 
"There she comes" 
- and that is dying.  An horizon and just the limit of our sight. 
Lift us up, Oh Lord, that we may see further. 
Bishop Brent 
1862 - 1926 

Remember 
Remember me when I am gone away, 
Gone far away into the silent land: 
When you can no more hold me by the hand, 
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay. 
Remember me when no more day by day 
You tell me of our future that you planned: 
Only remember me; you understand 
It will be late to counsel then or pray. 
Yet if you should forget me for a while 
And afterwards remember, do not grieve: 
For if the darkness and corruption leave 
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had, 
Better by far you should forget and smile 
Than that you should remember and be sad. 
Christina Rossetti 
1830-1894 

Death Be Not Proud 


Death, be not proud, though some have called thee 
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; 
For those whom thou think'st thou dost over throw 
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me. 
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be, 
Much pleasure - then, from thee much more must flow; 
And soonest our best men with thee do go, 
Rest of their bones and soul's delivery. 
Thou'rt slave to fate, chance, kings and desperate men, 
And dost with poison, war and sickness dwell; 
And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well, 
And better than thy stroke.  Why swell'st thou then? 
One short sleep past, we wake eternally, 
And death shall be no more.  Death thou shalt die. 
John Donne 
1572-1631 

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night 


Do not go gentle into that good night 
Old age should burn and rave at close of day; 
Rage, rage against the dying of the light. 

Though wise men at their end know dark is right, 


Because their words had forked not lightning they 
Do not go gentle into that good night 

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright 


Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay , 
Rage, rage against the dying of the light. 

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, 


And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, 
Do not go gentle into that good night. 

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight 


Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, 
Rage, rage against the dying of the light. 
And you my father, there on the sad height, 
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray. 
Do not go gentle into that good night. 
Rage, rage against the dying of the light. 
Dylan Thomas 
1914-53 

But Not Forgotten 


I think no matter where you stray, 
That I shall go with you a way. 
Though you may wander sweeter lands, 
You will not forget my hands, 
Nor yet the way I held my head 
Nor the tremulous things I said. 
You will still see me, small and white 
And smiling, in the secret night, 
And feel my arms about you when 
The day comes fluttering back again. 
I think, no matter where you be, 
You'll hold me in your memory 
And keep my image there without me, 
By telling later loves about me. 
Dorothy Parker 

Living Bouquets 
When I quit this mortal shore 
And mosey 'round this earth no more, 
Do not weep and do not sob; 
I may have found a better job. 
Don't go and buy a large bouquet 
For which you'll find it hard to pay, 
Don't mope around and feel all blue; 
I may be better off than you. 

Don't tell the folks I was a saint 


Or any old thing that I ain't. 
If you have jam like that to spread, 
Please hand it out before I'm dead. 
If you have roses bless your soul, 
Just pin one in my buttonhole 
While I'm alive and well today; 
Don't wait until I'm gone away. 
Mabeel Easley 
Brought to my attention by Shane, for Grandpa Ben in the 
States, from his loving grandchildren 

Here are some of the most well loved readings and poems:

Death is nothing at all. I have only slipped away into the next room. I am I, and you are you. Whatever we
were to each other, that we are still. Call me by my old familiar name, speak to me in the easy way which you
always used. Put no difference in your tone, wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we have
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 was the same as it ever was; there is unbroken continuity. What is this
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. 

Henry Scott Holland


1847-1918
Canon of St Paul's Cathedral

Fear no more the heat o' the sun,


Nor the furious winter's rages;
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages;
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.

Fear no more the frown o' the great;


Thou art past the tyrant's stroke:
Care no more to clothe and eat;
To thee the reed is as the oak:
The sceptre, learning, physic, must
All follow this, and come to dust.

Fear no more the lightning-flash,


Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone;
Fear not slander, censure rash;
Thou hast finished joy and moan;
All lovers young, all lovers must
Consign to thee, and come to dust.

No exorciser harm thee!


Nor no witchcraft charm thee!
Ghost unlaid forbear thee!
Nothing ill come near thee!
Quiet consummation have;
And renown?d be thy grave!

Cymbeline Act 1V, Scene 2


William Shakespeare

He has achieved success who has lived well, laughed often, and loved much;
Who has gained the respect of intelligent men and the love of little children;
Who has filled his niche and accomplished his task;
Who has left the world better than he found it;
Who has looked for the best in others and given the best he had;
Whose life was an inspiration
Whose memory is a benediction 

Robert Louis Stevenson

It was beautiful, 
As long as it lasted
The journey of my life.

I have no regrets
Whatsoever save
The pain I'll leave behind
Those dear hearts
Who love and care
And the strings pulling
At the heart and soul. Continues

by Rabindranath Tagore, Bengali poet and Nobel Laureate for Literature 1913 

What is dying?
I am standing on the sea shore. A ship sails and spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the
ocean.
She is an object of beauty and I stand watching her till at last she fades on the horizon, and someone at my
side says, "She is gone", 
Gone where?
Gone from my sight, that is all;
She is just as large in the masts, hull and spars as she was when I saw her, and just as able to bear her load of
living freight to its destination.
The diminished size and total loss of sight is in me, not in her, 
and just at he moment when someone at my side says, "She is gone", there are others who are watching her
coming, 
and other voices take a glad shout "There she comes",
And that is dying. 

Bishop Brent (1862-1926)

Remember

Remember me when I am gone away, 


Gone far away into the silent land: 
When you can no more hold me by the hand, 
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay. 
Remember me when no more day by day 
You tell me of our future that you planned: 
Only remember me; you understand 
It will be late to counsel then or pray. 
Yet if you should forget me for a while 
And afterwards remember, do not grieve: 
For if the darkness and corruption leave 
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had, 
Better by far you should forget and smile 
Than that you should remember and be sad.

Christina Rossetti 1830-1894 

I said to the man who stood at the gate of the year


'Give me a light that I may tread safely into the unknown.' 
And he replied, 'Go into the darkness and put your hand into the hand of God
That shall be to you better than light and safer than a known way!' 
So I went forth and finding the Hand of God
Trod gladly into the night
He led me towards the hills
And the breaking of day in the lone east. 
So heart be still! 
What need our human life to know
If God hath comprehension? 
In all the dizzy strife of things
Both high and low,
God hideth his intention 

M. Louise Haskins (1875-1957)


'Funeral Blues'

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,


Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. 

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead


Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. 

He was my North, my South, my East and West,


My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

W. H Auden

If I should die and leave you here awhile,


Be not like others, sore undone, who keep
Long vigils by the silent dust, and weep.
For my sake turn again to life and smile,
Nerving thy heart and trembling hands to do
Something to comfort weaker hearts than thine.
Complete those dear unfinished tasks of mine
And I perchance may therein comfort you.

Attrib. A Price Hughes

I fall asleep in the full and certain hope


That my slumber shall not be broken;
And that though I be all-forgetting,
Yet shall I not be forgotten,
But continue that life in the thoughts and deeds
Of those I loved.

Samuel Butler 
1835-1902
Farewell

Farewell to Thee! But not farewell


To all my fondest thoughts of Thee;
Within my heart they still shall dwell
And they shall cheer and comfort me.

Life seems more sweet that Thou didst live


And men more true Thou wert one;
Nothing is lost that Thou didst give,
Nothing destroyed that Thou hast done.

Anne Bronte
1820-1849

Indian Prayer

When I am dead
Cry for me a little
Think of me sometimes
But not too much.
Think of me now and again
As I was in life
At some moments it's pleasant to recall
But not for long.
Leave me in peace
And I shall leave you in peace
And while you live
Let your thoughts be with the living.

Traditional

Do not stand at my grave and weep 


I am not there, I do not sleep 
I am a 1,000 winds that blow 
I am the diamond glints on snow 
I am the sun 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 light 
I am the soft star that shines at night 
Do not stand at my grave and cry 
I am not there; I did not die.
Anon, 20th century

Not, how did he die, but how did he live?


Not, what did he gain, but what did he give?
These are the units to measure the worth
Of a man as a man, regardless of birth.
Not what was his church, nor what was his creed?
But had he befriended those really in need?
Was he ever ready, with word of good cheer,
To bring back a smile, to banish a tear?
Not what did the sketch in the newspaper say,
But how many were sorry when he passed away?

Anon

Miss Me, But Let Me Go

When I come to the end of the road


And the sun has set for me,
I want no rites in a gloom filled room
Why cry for a soul set free!
Miss me a little, but not for long,
And not with your head bowed low.
Remember the love we once shared,
Miss me, but let me go!
For this a journey we all must take,
And each must go alone;
It's all a part of the master's plan
A step on the road to home.
When you are lonely and sick of heart
Go to the friends we know,
And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds,
Miss me, but let me go.

Robyn Rancman

Footprints

One night a man had a dream. He dreamed he was walking along the beach with the Lord. Across the sky
flashed scenes from his life. For each scene , he noticed two sets of footprints in the sand: one belonging 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, that there was only one set of footprints. He also noticed that it
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 troublesome times of 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 Son, My precious child. I Love You, and would never leave you. During your times of
trial and suffering, when you see only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you".

Anon

When Tomorrow Starts Without Me

When tomorrow starts without me, and I am not here to see,


If the sun should rise and find your eyes all filled with tears for me,
I know how much you love me as much as I love you,
And each time you think of me I know you'll miss me too.
But when tomorrow starts without me please try to understand,
That Jesus came and called my name and took me by the hand.
He said my place is ready in heaven far above,
And that I have to leave behind all those I dearly love.
But as I turned to walk away a tear fell from my eye,
For all my life I'd always thought it wasn't my time to die.
I had so much to live for and so much yet to do,
It seems almost impossible that I was leaving you.
I thought of all the yesterdays the good ones and the bad,
I thought of all the love we shared and all the fun we had.
If I could have stayed for just a little while,
I'd say goodbye and kiss you and maybe see you smile.
But then I fully realise that this could never be,
For emptiness and memories would take the place of me.
And when I thought of worldly things that I'd miss come tomorrow,
I thought of you and when I did my heart was filled with sorrow.
But when I walked through Heaven's gate and felt so much at home,
As God looked down and smiled at me from his great golden throne.
He said "This is eternity, And all I've promised you,
Today your life on earth is past, but here it starts anew."
"I promise no tomorrow but today will always last,
And since each day's the same here there's no longing for the past."
So when tomorrow starts without me don't think we're far apart,
For every time you think of me I'm right here in your heart.

Anon
Time Will Ease The Hurt

The sadness of the present days


is locked and set in time,
and moving to the future
is a slow and painful climb.

But all the feelings that are now


so vivid and so real
can't hold their fresh intensity
as time begins to heal.

No wound so deep will ever go


entirely away
yet every hurt becomes
a little less from day to day.

Nothing can erase the painful


imprints on your mind
but there are softer memories
that time will let you find.

Though your heart won't let the sadness


simply slide away
the echoes will diminish
even though the memories stay

Anon

His Journey's Just Begun

Don't think of him as gone away 


his journey's just begun,
life holds so many facets 
this earth is only one.

Just think of him as resting


from the sorrows and the tears
in a place of warmth and comfort
where there are no days and years.

Think how he must be wishing


that we could know today
how nothing but our sadness
can really pass away.

And think of him as living


in the hearts of those he touched...
for nothing loved is ever lost 
and he was loved so much.

E. Brenneman

'Say not in grief 'he is no more' but live in thankfulness that he was'

Hebrew proverb

'What the caterpillar perceives is the end, to the butterfly is just the beginning'

Anon

?The song is ended but the memory lingers on?.

Lyrics by Irving Berlin

Life Goes On

If I should go before the rest of you 


Break not a flower 
Nor inscribe a stone 
Nor when I am gone 
Speak in a Sunday voice 
But be the usual selves 
That I have known 

Weep if you must 


Parting is hell 
But life goes on 
So .... sing as well

Joyce Grenfell 
1910-1979

When I am dead
Cry for me a little
Think of me sometimes
But not too much.
Think of me now and again
As I was in life
At some moments it's pleasant to recall
But not for long.
Leave me in peace
And I shall leave you in peace
And while you live
Let your thoughts be with the living.

Anon

Death Be Not Proud 

Death, be not proud, though some have called thee 


Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; 
For those whom thou think'st thou dost over throw 
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me. 
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be, 
Much pleasure - then, from thee much more must flow; 
And soonest our best men with thee do go, 
Rest of their bones and soul's delivery. 
Thou'rt slave to fate, chance, kings and desperate men, 
And dost with poison, war and sickness dwell; 
And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well, 
And better than thy stroke. Why swell'st thou then? 
One short sleep past, we wake eternally, 
And death shall be no more. Death thou shalt die.

John Donne 1572-1631 

If I should go tomorrow
It would never be goodbye,
For I have left my heart with you,
So don't you ever cry.
The love that's deep within me,
Shall reach you from the stars,
You'll feel it from the heavens,
And it will heal the scars.

Anon

But Not Forgotten

I think no matter where you stray,


That I shall go with you a way.
Though you may wander sweeter lands,
You will not forget my hands,
Nor yet the way I held my head
Nor the tremulous things I said.
You will still see me, small and white
And smiling, in the secret night,
And feel my arms about you when
The day comes fluttering back again.
I think, no matter where you be,
You'll hold me in your memory
And keep my image there without me,
By telling later loves about me.

Dorothy Parker

Stairway to Heaven

They say memories are golden,


Well, maybe that is true;
I never wanted memories,
I only wanted you.

A million times I needed you,


A million times I cried;
If love alone could have saved you,
You never would have died.

In life I loved you dearly,


In death I love you still;
In my heart you hold a piece
No one could ever fill.

But now I know you want me


To mourn for you no more,
To remember the happy times
Life still has much in store.

Since you'll never be forgotten


I pledge to you today;
A hallowed place within my heart
Is where you'll always stay.

If tears could build a stairway


And heartache make a lane;
I'd walk the path to heaven
And bring you back again.
Our family chain is broken,
and nothing seems the same;
But as God calls us one by one,
The chain will link again.

Lyrics by Robert Plant & Jimmy Page (Led Zeppelin)

Some popular readings from the bible:

Jesus said to them, "I am the bread of life. Whoever comes to me will never be hungry, and whoever believes
in me will never be thirsty. But I said to you that you have seen me and yet do not believe. Everything that the
Father gives me will come to me, and anyone who comes to me I will never drive away; for I have come
down from heaven, not to do my own will, but the will of him who sent me. And this is the will of him who
sent me, that I should lose nothing of all that he has given me, but raise it up on the last day. This is indeed the
will of my Father, that all who see the Son and believe in him may have eternal life; and I will raise them up
on the last day." John 6:35-40

When Jesus arrived, he found that Lazarus had already been in the tomb four days. Now Bethany was near
Jerusalem, some two miles away, and many of the Jews had come to Martha and Mary to console them about
their brother. When Martha heard that Jesus was coming, she went and met him, while Mary stayed at home.
Martha said to Jesus, "Lord, if you had been here, my brother would not have died. But even now I know that
God will give you whatever you ask of him." Jesus said to her, "Your brother will rise again." Martha said to
him, "I know that he will rise again in the resurrection on the last day." Jesus said to her, "I am the
resurrection and the life. Those who believe in me, even though they die, will live, and everyone who lives
and believes in me will never die. Do you believe this?" She said to him, "Yes, Lord, I believe that you are the
Messiah, the Son of God, the one coming into the world."
John 11:17-27

"Do not let your hearts be troubled. Believe in God, believe also in me. In my Father's house there are many
dwelling places. If it were not so, would I have told you that I go to prepare a place for you? And if I go and
prepare a place for you, I will come again and will take you to myself, so that where I am, there you may be
also. And you know the way to the place where I am going." Thomas said to him, "Lord, we do not know
where you are going. How can we know the way?" Jesus said to him, "I am the way, and the truth, and the
life.
John 14:1-6

What then are we to say about these things? If God is for us, who is against us? He who did not withhold his
own Son, but gave him up for all of us, will he not with him also give us everything else? Who will bring any
charge against God's elect? It is God who justifies. Who is to condemn? It is Christ Jesus, who died, yes, who
was raised, who is at the right hand of God, who indeed intercedes for us. Who will separate us from the love
of Christ? Will hardship, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword? As it is
written,
" For your sake we are being killed all day long;
we are accounted as sheep to be slaughtered." 
No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. For I am convinced that
neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor rulers, nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers, nor height,
nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our
Lord. Romans 8:31-39

Now I would remind you, brothers and sisters, of the good news that I proclaimed to you, which you in turn
received, in which also you stand, through which also you are being saved, if you hold firmly to the message
that I proclaimed to you--unless you have come to believe in vain. For I handed on to you as of first
importance what I in turn had received: that Christ died for our sins in accordance with the scriptures, and that
he was buried, and that he was raised on the third day in accordance with the scriptures, and that he appeared
to Cephas, then to the twelve. Then he appeared to more than five hundred brothers and sisters at one time,
most of whom are still alive, though some have died. Then he appeared to James, then to all the apostles. Last
of all, as to one untimely born, he appeared also to me. For I am the least of the apostles, unfit to be called an
apostle, because I persecuted the church of God. But by the grace of God I am what I am, and his grace
toward me has not been in vain. On the contrary, I worked harder than any of them--though it was not I, but
the grace of God that is with me. Whether then it was I or they, so we proclaim and so you have come to
believe. Now if Christ is proclaimed as raised from the dead, how can some of you say there is no resurrection
of the dead? If there is no resurrection of the dead, then Christ has not been raised; and if Christ has not been
raised, then our proclamation has been in vain and your faith has been in vain. We are even found to be
misrepresenting God, because we testified of God that he raised Christ--whom he did not raise if it is true that
the dead are not raised. For if the dead are not raised, then Christ has not been raised. If Christ has not been
raised, your faith is futile and you are still in your sins. Then those also who have died in Christ have
perished. If for this life only we have hoped in Christ, we are of all people most to be pitied. But in fact Christ
has been raised from the dead, the first fruits of those who have died. For since death came through a human
being, the resurrection of the dead has also come through a human being; for as all die in Adam, so all will be
made alive in Christ. But each in his own order: Christ the first fruits, then at his coming those who belong to
Christ. Then comes the end, when he hands over the kingdom to God the Father, after he has destroyed every
ruler and every authority and power. For he must reign until he has put all his enemies under his feet. The last
enemy to be destroyed is death.

But someone will ask, "How are the dead raised? With what kind of body do they come?" Fool! What you
sow does not come to life unless it dies. And as for what you sow, you do not sow the body that is to be, but a
bare seed, perhaps of wheat or of some other grain. But God gives it a body as he has chosen, and to each
kind of seed its own body.

So it is with the resurrection of the dead. What is sown is perishable, what is raised is imperishable. It is sown
in dishonor, it is raised in glory. It is sown in weakness, it is raised in power. It is sown a physical body, it is
raised a spiritual body.

For this perishable body must put on imperishability, and this mortal body must put on immortality. When
this perishable body puts on imperishability, and this mortal body puts on immortality, then the saying that is
written will be fulfilled:
" Death has been swallowed up in victory." 
"Where, O death, is your victory?"
"Where, O death, is your sting?" 
The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the law. But thanks be to God, who gives us the victory
through our Lord Jesus Christ. 
Therefore, my beloved, be steadfast, immovable, always excelling in the work of the Lord, because you know
that in the Lord your labor is not in vain.
From 1 Corinthians 15

But we do not want you to be uninformed, brothers and sisters, about those who have died, so that you may
not grieve as others do who have no hope. For since we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so,
through Jesus, God will bring with him those who have died. For this we declare to you by the word of the
Lord, that we who are alive, who are left until the coming of the Lord, will by no means precede those who
have died. For the Lord himself, with a cry of command, with the archangel's call and with the sound of God's
trumpet, will descend from heaven, and the dead in Christ will rise first. Then we who are alive, who are left,
will be caught up in the clouds together with them to meet the Lord in the air; and so we will be with the Lord
forever. Therefore encourage one another with these words.
1 Thessalonians 4:13-18

Then I saw a new heaven and a new earth; for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away, and the sea
was no more. And I saw the holy city, the new Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as
a bride adorned for her husband. And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying,
" See, the home of God is among mortals.
He will dwell with them;
they will be his peoples,
and God himself will be with them; 
he will wipe every tear from their eyes.
Death will be no more;
mourning and crying and pain will be no more,
for the first things have passed away." 
And the one who was seated on the throne said, "See, I am making all things new." Also he said, "Write this,
for these words are trustworthy and true." Then he said to me, "It is done! I am the Alpha and the Omega, the
beginning and the end. To the thirsty I will give water as a gift from the spring of the water of life. Those who
conquer will inherit these things, and I will be their God and they will be my children.
Revelation 21:1-7

I remember my affliction and my wandering, 


the bitterness and the gall.

I well remember them, 


and my soul is downcast within me.

Yet this I call to mind 


and therefore I have hope:

Because of the LORD's great love we are not consumed, 


for his compassions never fail.

They are new every morning; 


great is your faithfulness.
I say to myself, "The LORD is my portion; 
therefore I will wait for him."

The LORD is good to those whose hope is in him, 


to the one who seeks him;

it is good to wait quietly 


for the salvation of the LORD.

It is good for a man to bear the yoke 


while he is young.

Let him sit alone in silence, 


for the LORD has laid it on him.

Let him bury his face in the dust? 


there may yet be hope.

Let him offer his cheek to one who would strike him, 
and let him be filled with disgrace.

For men are not cast off 


by the Lord forever.

Though he brings grief, he will show compassion, 


so great is his unfailing love.

For he does not willingly bring affliction 


or grief to the children of men.

To crush underfoot 
all prisoners in the land,

to deny a man his rights 


before the Most High,

to deprive a man of justice 


would not the Lord see such things?

Lamentations 3 vv 19-36

As for man, his days are as grass: as a flower of the field, so he flourisheth. For the wind passeth over it, and
it is gone; and the place thereof shall know it no more. But the mercy of the Lord is from everlasting to
everlasting upon them that fear him, and his righteousness unto children's children, to such as keep his
covenant, and to those that remember his commmandments to do them. The Lord hath prepared his throne in
the heavens; and his kingdom ruleth over all.

Psalm 103: verses 15-19