Poems & Selections

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.

May the joys of today Be those of tomorrow. The goblets of life Hold no dregs of sorrow.
We’ve known lots of pleasure, At times endured pain; We’ve lived in the sunshine And walked in the rain. But now we’re separated And for a time apart, But I am not alone- You’re forever in my heart. Death always seems so sudden, And it is always sure, But what is oft’ forgotten- It is […]
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 […]
By Mary Lee Hall If I should die and leave you here a while, be not like others sore undone, who keep long vigil by the silent dust. For my sake turn again to life and smile, nerving thy heart and trembling hand to do something to comfort other hearts than thine. Complete these dear […]