Be comforted by these funeral poems for a friend. Celebrate your friends life, while at the same time realizing how much you will miss them. We hope our poems express your thoughts about a friend who you have lost.
When I remember you,
I pretend you’re all around.
You are the trees above me,
As I sit down on the ground.
You are the clouds that move,
In the sky high above.
There are many things you may be,
Could you be that flying dove?
I know in my heart you're in heaven,
Looking down as I look up.
But I also know you’re all around me,
Which is why you may be that pup.
Wondering if you’re these objects,
Makes me feel as if you're still here.
I can’t help but wish you’re still around me,
As you were always so very dear.
Thank God for the time we had,
No better friend, ever so glad.
They shined a light on my days,
These memories will always stay.
Though it is hard to say goodbye,
We know they're in heaven up so high.
My heart is filled with sorrow and pain,
But we will see them again in Heaven's domain.
My heart is sad to-day, I know not why,
Save a few days ago a star did fall,
And light and joy were gone from heart and eye,
And shadows seemed to creep on one and all!
Sick ones wept aloud for the friend no more
To meet them in the hour of want and pain,
For the one who had left the earthly shore,
Whom in the flesh they ne'er should greet again.
Those who joined in his daily deeds of love,
Who sought his help, to whom he looked for light,
Gazed sadly at the open gate above,
As, all at once, he vanished from their sight.
Until we meet again! That is the meaning
Of the familiar words, that men repeat
At parting in the street.
Ah yes, till then! but when death intervening
Rends us asunder, with what ceaseless pain
We wait for the Again!
The friends who leave us do not feel the sorrow
Of parting, as we feel it, who must stay
Lamenting day by day.
And knowing, when we wake upon the morrow,
We shall not find in its accustomed place
The one beloved face.
It were a double grief, if the departed.
Being released from earth, should still retain
A sense of earthly pain;
It were a double grief, if the true-hearted,
Who loved us here, should on the farther shore
Remember us no more.
Believing, in the midst of our afflictions,
That death is a beginning, not an end,
We cry to them and send
Farewells, that better might be called predictions,
Being foreshadowings of the future, thrown
Into the vast Unknown.
Faith overleaps the confines of our reason.
And if by faith, as in old times was said.
Women received their dead
Raised up to life, then only for a season
Our partings are, nor shall we wait in vain
Until we meet again!
A Hymn Of Resignation
Poet: T. Warsaw Williams
Oh, weep no more for the days that are fled,
For the hours that return no more;
Oh, mourn no more for the friends that are dead,
For the loved ones who've gone before:
For the days must flee as old Time rolls on,
And the hours glide speedily by;
With its dreams the friends of our youth have flown,
And the dearest of earth must die.
Oh, sigh no more for the lost wasted years,
For the seasons that pass'd far too soon;
Oh, grieve no more for the hopes drowned in tears,
For the chances that missed wealth's boon:
For our years are numbered, their seasons set,
And the lessons of life we must learn;
Though our hopes are blasted, they'll bloom out yet,
And our fortunes at last will turn.
So pine no more for the joys that are killed,
For the pleasures that fail now to charm;
And dream no more of the love that is chilled,
Of the friendship no longer warm:
For the joys of earth are fleet-footed and haste,
And the pleasures that last only pale;
If we love and friendship's rare sweetness taste,
It is true we must drink their gall.