Poems & Selections

The Fallen Limb

Author Unknown
When I come to the end of my journey
and I travel my last weary mile,
just forget, if you can, that I ever frowned
and remember only the smile.
Forget unkind words I have spoken;
remember some good I have done.
Forget that I’ve stumbled and blundered
and sometimes fell by the way.
Remember I have fought some hard battles
and won, ere the close of the day.
Then forget to grieve for my going;
I would not have you sad for a day,
but in summer just gather some flowers
and remember the place where I lay,
and come in the shade of the evening
when the sun paints the sky in the west.
Stand for a few moments beside me
and remember only my best.

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 […]
To those I have loved and to those who loved me, When I am gone release me; let me go. I have so many things to see and do, You must not tie yourself to me with tears. Be happy that we had so many years, I gave you my love you can only guess, […]
When I am gone, release me, and let me go. I have so many things to see and do. You mustn’t tie yourself to me with too many tears. But be thankful we have had so many good years. I gave you my love and you can only guess. How much you have given me […]
Said in the morning when rising… Christ be with me, be after me, be before me, and be at my right and left hand. May everything I do be for Christ.