Share these condolence poems with those that need comfort during their time of loss and grieving. May the poems be ones that provide thoughts and inspiration during a difficult season in a person's life.
By Julie Hebert - August 2, 2024
I cannot say, and I will not say, That he
is dead, he is just away. With a cheery smile, and a wave of the hand, He
has wandered into an unknown land. And left us dreaming how very fair, It
needs must be, since he lingers there. And you – Oh you, who the wildest
yearn. For the old-time step and the glad return. Think of his faring on as
dear, In the love of there, as the love of here. Think of his fairing on as
dear, In the love of there, As the love of here. Think of him still as the
same, I say he is not dead, he is just away.
Just Around The Corner Poet: Canon Henry Scott Holland
I have only slipped away into 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
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 effort,
Without the trace of a shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant
It is the same as it ever was
There is absolutely 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.
He’s only gone on ahead of you,
Not just left you behind.
Although you can’t be with him right now,
He lives on in your heart and mind.
The day will come when you’ll meet again
On Heaven’s distant shore,
And the two of you will walk hand in hand
Together forever more.
When The Road Is Dark Irish Blessing
May you see God’s light on the path ahead
When the road you walk is dark.
May you always hear,
Even in your hour of sorrow,
The gentle singing of the lark.
When times are hard may hardness
Never turn your heart to stone,
May you always remember
When the shadows fall
You do not walk alone.
There’s a very special garden
Where the trees of memory grow
Nurtured by the kindness
And concern that good friends show.
The roots are cherished memories
Of good times in the past.
The branches tender promises that souls endure and last.
It’s a place of peace and beauty
Where bright new hopes can start
It’s memory’s lovely garden that soothes the hurting heart