Poems & Selections

Vanished

By Emily Dickinson
She died, —this was the way she died;
And when her breath was done,
Took up her simple wardrobe
And started for the sun.
Her little figure at the gate
The angels must have spied,
Since I could never find her
Upon the mortal side.

Until we meet again, may God Hold you in the palm of his hand.
By Elizabeth Barrett Browning Beloved, my Beloved, when I think That thou wast in the world a year ago, What time I sat alone here in the snow And saw no footprint, heard the silence sink No moment at thy voice, but, link by link, Went counting all my chains as if that so They […]
May your neighbors respect you, Trouble neglect you, The angels protect you, And heaven accept you.
Here, a million wounded souls are yearning just to touch you and be healed; Gather all your people, and hold them to your heart. We remember how you loved us to your death, and still we celebrate, for you are with us here; And we believe that we will see you when you come, in […]