Poetry
To Those Whom I Love and Those Who Love Me
When I am gone, release me, 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 had so many good years.
I gave you my love, and you can only guess
How much you’ve given me in happiness.
I thank you for the love that you have shown,
But now it is time I travel on alone.
So grieve for me a while, if grieve you must,
Then let your grief be comforted by trust.
It is only for a while that we must part,
So treasure the memories within your heart.
I won’t be far away for life goes on.
And if you need me, call and I will come.
Though you can’t see or touch me, I will be near.
And if you listen with your heart, you’ll hear,
All my love around you soft and clear.
And then, when you come this way alone,
I’ll greet you with a smile and a ‘Welcome Home’.
She is gone. He is gone.
It all begins with an idea.
You can shed tears that she is gone
Or you can smile because she has lived.
You can close your eyes and pray that
she will come back
Or you can open your eyes and see all that she has left.
Your heart can be empty because you can’t see her
Or you can be full of the love that you shared.
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday
Or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.
You can remember her and only that she is gone
Or you can cherish her memory and let it live on.
You can cry and close your mind, be empty
and turn your back
Or you can do what she would want: smile,
open your eyes, love and go on.
A soul alone
I never thought a loneliness like this existed.
Part of billions yet part of none.
A soul alone.
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Sorrow
Where souls exist
Some souls arrive to earth in a body
that was not ready for them.
They decided to shed their skin and
release their soul back to the that beautiful
realm where souls exist.
Waiting patiently to try again.
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Sorrow
Do not stand at my grave and weep
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 diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush.
Of quiet birds in circled flight
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there. I did not die.
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Mary Elizabeth Frye
Mama never forgets her birds
Mama never forgets her birds,
Though in another tress.
She looks down just as often,
And just as tenderly.
As when her little mortal nest,
With cunning care she wove.
If either of her sparrows fall,
She notices, above.
Let me go
When I come to the end of the road
And the sun has set for me
I want no rites in a gloom filled room
Why cry for a soul set free?
Miss me a little, but not for long
And not with your head bowed low
Remember the love that once we shared
Miss me, but let me go.
For this is a journey we all must take
And each must go alone
It’s all part of the master plan
A step on the road to home.
When you are lonely and sick at heart
Go to the friends we know
Laugh at all the things we used to do
Miss me, but let me go.
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Christina Rossetti
Look for me
Look for me when the tide is high
and the gulls are wheeling overhead
when autumn wind sweeps the cloud sky
and one by one the leaves are shed.
Look for me when the trees are bare
and the stars are bright in the frosty sky
when the morning mist hangs on the air
and the shorter darker days pass by.
I am there, where the river flows
and the salmon leap in the silver Lune
where insects hum and the tall grass grows
and sunlight warms the afternoon.
I am there in the busy street
I take your hand in the city square
In the market place where the people meet
In your quiet room - I am there.
I am the love you cannot see
and all i ask - is look for me.
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Iris Hesselden
The Window
It all begins with an idea.
Your body is away from me
but there is a window open
from my heart to yours.
From this window, like the moon
I keep sending news secretly.
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Rumi