Poems & Selections

In the Presence of Death

By Rodney Murphy
In the presence of death we stand awkward, and ill at ease;
For death is a well-known stranger whom we recognize,
but do not wish to know;
But death is not a thing in itself, but a stage in the journey of life,
through which all must pass.
It may come swiftly and catch us unawares,
or slowly with leaden feet;
but death comes to all who live, and in so doing
heightens the understanding of the one we know.

By Emily Dickinson Our journey had advanced; Our feet were almost come To that odd fork in Being’s road, Eternity by term. Our pace took sudden awe, Our feet reluctant led. Before were cities, but between, The forest of the dead. Retreat was out of hope, – – Behind, a sealed route, Eternity’s white flag […]
When I must leave you For a little while- Please do not grieve And shed wild tears And hug your sorrow to you Through the years, But start out bravely With a gallant smile; And for my sake And for my name Live on and do All things the same, Feed not your loneliness On […]
May the Irish hills caress you. May her lakes and rivers bless you. May the luck of the Irish enfold you. May the blessings of Saint Patrick behold you.
May brooks and trees and singing hills Join in the chorus too. And every gentle wind that blows Send happiness to you.