Poems & Selections

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?
Was he ever ready with words of good cheer to bring back a smile
to banish a tear?
Not what did the sketch in the newspaper say
But how many were sorry when he passed away
Loving, Kind and Giving
That’s what kind of man he was.

I am home in heaven, dear ones; oh, so happy and so bright! There is a perfect joy and beauty in the everlasting light. All the pain and grief is over, every restless tossing passed; I am now at peace forever, safely home in heaven at last. There is work still waiting for you, so […]
By Mary Frye Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the softly falling snow. I am the gentle showers of rain, I am the fields of ripening grain. I am in the morning hush, I am in […]
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.
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 […]