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Poetry
 

Do not Stand at my Grave and Weep

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there and I do not sleep.
I am in 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 the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I do not die. 

~Mary Frye (1932)
 

Death is Nothing

Death is nothing at all
I have only slipped away into the next room
I am I and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other
That we still are.
Call me by my old familiar name
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes
We enjoyed together.

Play, smile, think of me, pray for me,
Let my name be ever the household word that
It always was.

Let it be spoken without effort,
Without the trace of a shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant
It is the same as it ever was
There is absolutely unbroken continuity.

Why should I be out of mind because I am
Out of sight? I am but waiting for you
For an interval
Somewhere very near
Just around the corner .
All is well.

~Canon Henry Scott Holland (1847-1918)
 

Angels

When you were born, an angel smiled.
As you became a child, an angel sat on your shoulder.
When you became an adult, an angel held your hand.
As you grew old, an angel walked down the road with you.
And, when you died, another angel got their wings.

~ Author Unknown
 

Haiku
 

Playing back the tapes-
The dearly departed souls
Whispering to me.

Copyright © Brenda Sides
 

They watch and listen
As we go about our lives.
On the Other Side.

Copyright © Brenda Sides
 

Sometimes they're angry
Wanting to be left alone-
"I'm God damn busy."

Copyright © Brenda Sides
 

The afterlife speaks
To us on our recorders
Often in reverse.

Copyright © Brenda Sides
 

Find it in yourself
To make peace with your loved ones
Before they pass on.

Copyright © Brenda Sides
 

They speak in whispers-
Dearly departed loved ones
Reaching out to us.

Copyright © Brenda Sides
 

After your last breath
God awaits with open arms
Welcoming you home.

Copyright © Brenda Sides
 

They've made the journey
And want to communicate,
We listen to them.

Copyright © Brenda Sides