More Poems - Sympathy

I Am Always With You

Prayer of Faith

We trust that beyond absence

there is a presence.

That beyond the pain

there can be healing.

That beyond the brokenness

there can be wholeness.

That beyond the anger

there may be peace.

That beyond the hurting

there may be forgiveness.

That beyond the silence

there may be the Word.

That beyond the Word

there may be understanding.

That through understanding

there is love.

                       - author unknown

To Every Thing There is a Season
Ecclesiastes 3

The Mourner’s Bill of Rights

1.   You have the right to experience your own unique grief.

2.   You have the right to talk about your grief.

3.   You have the right to feel a multitude of emotions.

4.   You have the right to be tolerant of your physical and emotional limits.

5    You have the right to experience "griefbursts."

6    You have the right to make use of ritual.

7.   You have the right to embrace your spirituality.

8.   You have the right to search for meaning.

9    You have the right to treasure your memories.

10.  You have the right to move toward your grief and heal.

To Live in Hearts We Leave Behind Is Not To Die ~ Author Unknown

Remember me on quiet days,
While rain drops whisper on your pane.
But in your memories have no grief.
Let just the joy we knew remain.
Remember me when evening stars
Smile down on you with quiet eyes.
Remember me if once you awake
To catch a glimpse of red sunrise.
Remember me when spring walks by.
Think once of me when you are glad.
When you are happy, so am I.
And when your thoughts do turn to me,
Know that I would not have you cry.
But live for me and laugh for me,
And while you live,
I shall not die.

Fruits of Solitude ~ by William Penn

They that love beyond the world cannot be separated by it.
Death cannot kill what never dies.
Nor can spirits ever be divided that love and live in the same
divine principle: the root and record of their friendship.
If absence be not death, neither is theirs.
Death is but crossing the world, as friends do the sea;
...they live for one another still.
This is the comfort of friends: that though they may be said to die,
yet their friendship and society are, in the best sense immortal,
because they are everpresent.