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Poems & Selections

If Death Is Kind

By Sara Teasdale
Perhaps if death is kind, and there can be returning,
We will come back to earth some fragrant night,
And take these lanes to find the sea, and bending
Breathe the same honeysuckle, low and white.
We will come down at night to these resounding beaches
And the long gentle thunder of the sea,
Here for a single hour in the wide starlight
We shall be happy, for the dead are free.

If Tears Could Build A Stairway

When I am called to duty, God whenever flames may rage, give me the strength to save some life, whatever be its age. Help me to embrace a little child before it’s too late, or some older person from the horror of that fate. Enable me to be alert and hear the weakest shout, and […]

Not How Did He Die, But How He Did Live

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? […]

Revelation 21:4

And he will wipe out every tear from their eyes, and death will be no more, neither will mourning nor outcry nor pain be any more. The former things have passed away.

Those We Love

Those we love don’t go away, They walk beside us every day, Unseen, unheard, but always near; Still loved, still missed, & always dear.

617-971-8590 / 980-231-1476

Poems & Selections

If Death Is Kind

If Tears Could Build A Stairway

Not How Did He Die, But How He Did Live

Revelation 21:4

Those We Love

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