Poems & Selections

Last Reques

Please don’t say that I gave up, say that I gave in.
Don’t say I lost the battle, For it was God’s battle to lose or win.
Please don’t say how good I was, but that I did my best.
Just say I tried to do what’s right, to give the most I could not less.
Please don’t give me wings or halos, That’s for God to do.
Please don’t give me more than I deserve, No extra, just my due.
Please don’t give flowers, or talk in hushed tones.
Don’t be concerned about me now, Know I’m well with God, I’ve made it home.
When you draw a picture of me, don’t draw me as a saint.
I did some good, I did some wrong, So use all of your paint.
Not just the light and bright tones, Use some gray and dark.
In fact, don’t put me down on canvas, paint me in your heart.
Don’t just remember the good times, but remember some bad,
For life is full of many things, Some happy and some sad.
But if you must do something, Then I have one last request:
Forgive me for the wrongs I’ve done, and with the love that’s left,
Thank God for my soul’s resting; Thank God for I’ve been blessed, Thank God for all who loved me; Praise God who loved me best!

I have only slipped away into the next room. I am I, and you are you. Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. Call me by my old familiar name, Speak to me in the easy way you always used. Put no difference into your tone Wear no forced air of solemnity […]
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 […]
My life is like a weaving between my God and me I do not choose the colors he works steadily Sometimes he weaves sorrow and I in foolish pride Forget he sees the upper and I the underside Not ’til the loom is silent and the shuttles cease to fly Will God unroll the canvas […]
You left a beautiful memory and a sorrow too great to be told, but to us who loved and lost you, your memory will never grow old. Always a silent hurt, many a silent tear, but always a beautiful memory of one we loved so dear. God gave us strength to bear it, and courage […]