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God is the final authority here, and I thank Him for you,
and allowing me to share with you in this way.
Lord, please continue to use me to do Thy Will.
Continue to bless me that I may be a blessing to others.
Keep me strong that I may help the weak and unsaved.
Keep me uplifted that I may have words of encouragement for others.
May the Holy Spirit always continue to guide me.
I ask for your continued prayers, and please pray for each other

Bunny's Words © 1999-2004 All rights reserved

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Everything I do is freely given, as it was freely received.

As I lay my head to rest, I peer into the sky..
Thinking of the friend I lost, and I find myself asking why.
Why did God choose him to go, why should my heart break?
A lonely tears falls on the sill...as my broken heart aches.
Just then I see a shooting star, and the heavens glow above..
I see a glimpse of fluttering wings....angel eyes peering down with love.
A warmth comes over me.....and I can't help but smile...
I realize this too shall pass.....and it will only hurt for a while.
You see, though I'll always miss him...I'll remember in my heart,
that I was such a lucky girl...to have ever known him at all.
My heart is only broken, till the day God sets me free...
Cause I know now that when I get to Heaven...
my angel sent for me

Weep not for me though I am gone
Into that gentle night
Grieve if you will, but not for long
Upon my soul's sweet flight.
I am at peace, my soul's at rest
There is no need for tears.
For with your love I was so blessed
For all those many years.
There is no pain, I suffer not,
The fear now all is gone.
Put now these things out of your thoughts,
In your memory I live on.
Remember not my fight for breath
Remember not the strife
Please do not dwell upon my death,
But celebrate my life

"So live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart. Trouble no one about their religion; respect others in their view, and demand that they respect yours. Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life. Seek to make your life long and its purpose in the service of your people. Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide. Always give a word or a sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend, even a stranger, when in a lonely place. Show respect to all people and bow to none. When you arise in the morning, give thanks for the food and for the joy of living. If you see no reason for giving thanks, the fault lies only in yourself. Abuse no one and nothing, for abuse turns the wise ones to fools and robs the spirit of its vision. When it comes your time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song and die like a hero going home."

Tecumseh - Shawnee-(1768-1813)

When tomorrow starts without me, and I'm not there to see;
If the sun should rise and find your eyes all filled with tears for me;
I wish so much you wouldn't cry the way you did today,
while thinking of the many things we didn't get to say.
I know how much you love me, as much as I love you,
and each time you think of me I know you'll miss me, too;
But when tomorrow starts without me, please try to understand,
that an angel came and called my name and took me by the hand,
and said my place was ready in Heaven far above,
and that I'd have to leave behind all those I dearly love.
But as I turned to walk away, a tear fell from my eye,
for all my life, I'd always thought I didn't want to die.
I had so much to live for and so much yet to do,
it seemed almost impossible that I was leaving you.
I thought of all the yesterdays, the good ones and the bad,
I thought of all the love we shared and all the fun we had.
If I could relive yesterday, I thought, just for awhile,
I'd say goodbye and kiss you and maybe see you smile.
But then I fully realized that this could never be,
for emptiness and memories would take the place of me.
And when I thought of worldly things that I'd miss come tomorrow,
I thought of you, and when I did, my heart was filled with sorrow.
But when I walked through heaven's gates, I felt so much at home.
When God looked down and smiled at me, from His great golden throne, He said, "This is eternity and all I've promised you.
Today for life on earth is past but here it starts anew.
I promise no tomorrow, but today will always last,
and since each day's the same day, there's no longing for the past.

You have been so faithful, so trusting, so true.
Though there were times you did some things you knew you shouldn't do. You have been forgiven and now at last you're free.
So won't you take My hand and share My life with Me?"
So when tomorrow starts without me, don't think we're far apart
For every time you think of me, I'm right here in your heart.

In His Garden

God looked around His garden and found an empty place.
He then looked down upon the earth and saw your tired face.
He put His arms around you and lifted you to rest.
God's garden must be beautiful. He only takes the best.

He knew that you were suffering. He knew you were in pain.
He knew that you would never get well on earth again.
He saw the road getting rough and the hills were hard to climb.
So He closed your weary eyelids and whispered, "Peace be thine".

It broke our hearts to lose you but you didn't go alone.
Part of us went with you the day God took you home.
If tears could build a stairway and heartaches make a lane,
We'd walk a path to heaven to be with you again.

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When I am dead, cry for me a little. Think of me sometimes, but not too much. It is not good for you or your wife or your husband or your children to allow your thoughts to dwell too long on the dead. Think of me now and again as I was in life, at some moment which is pleasant to recall, but not for long. Leave me in peace as I shall leave you, too, in peace. While you live, let your thoughts be with the living.

Ishi - Yahi of California - (1862- 1916)

Journey Home

When our circle of life is complete we begin
our journey to the other side. Our teachings and
beliefs may have many different names for the
other side. Many nations, many people will use
different names to speak of this, but we all agree
it's a better place. Traditions from different nations
will vary and the modern world will have a different view.

If we believe in Our Creator and trust in His teachings
we will have everlasting peace, to see our loved ones
and friends, to be joined forever in the arms of our Creator.

by........Joseph

Our Sacred ones are within our very
souls, forever watching, shadowed in the depth's of our being"
"We honor their Sacred Eyes"

SWC 2001 (c)

A small boy falls and skins his knees,
Hands reach out to brush away the tears,
Arms hold him close under the willow trees,
A loving embrace chases away his fears,

He looks into her loving face,
Now he holds her tight,
With the same loving embrace,
Telling her everything will be all right,

He knows deep down what is to come,
That he has to say, "Goodbye,"
Where will he get the courage from,
All he can do is ask the Lord, "Why,"

As he whispers, "I love you mom,"
He knows she will always be near,
"I am going to miss you mom,"
From the corner of his eye falls a tear,

He knows the Lord is coming for her soon,
He prays for more time, just a little longer,
His mom, with a heart the size of a moon,
He prays for the Lord to make him stronger,

The Lord takes her while she sleeps,
He knows it is for the best,
He stands beside her while he weeps,
She'll have no pain while she's at rest,
A tear slips from his eye,
He stands by those willow trees,
Looking up into a cloudless sky,
He falls gently to his knees,

Once again, he turns to the Lord and says, "Why,"
He whispers, "I wasn't ready, it's just not fair,"
He doesn't understand, but he knows he must try,
"Why take someone for whom so many care?"
He knows the pain will slowly go away,
It will get better with the passing days,
All the good loving memories will stay,
For her spirit will live on always.

Now a Rose Blooms

She gave you life and loved you,
Cradled you soft in her arms,
Gently kissed away each teardrop,
Led you through heart's hurts and harms,

She taught you from the Bible,
And at night, while you slept, she prayed,
That God would ever guide your steps,
Into His arms, unafraid,

Her kitchen was your haven,
For there were born the smells of home,
'Tis there your memories linger,
However far you may roam,

She was your precious angel,
Shared every dream, doubt, and fear,
She helped you become who you are,
As quickly passed childhood's year,

Now you've laid her to rest,
Bid sad farewell, your dearest friend,
For as there is a beginning,
So must there be an end,

Weep not o'er long her passing,
For whispers each breeze that blows,
She budded in earth's garden,
But in God's, now blooms a rose.

She went to sleep one night never here to awake again, but everything was alright between her and Him. She awoke in Heaven's courtyard free from pain within. The angels gathered around her and took her by the hand. Serenaded by angels, up to the throne. Serenaded by angels, finally at home. Surrounded by praises to the King.

Welcome to Paradise, the angels did sing.
Now, I close my eyes at night, and try to imagine that city of brilliant light waiting for me, but my mind cannot conceive. So I'll continue to dream till I'm transported there. Then I will be.......
Serenaded by angels, up to the throne.
Serenaded by angels, finally at home.
Surrounded by praises to the King. Serenaded by angels.

by Kirk Talley

I Walked The Stairway To Heaven Today"

I walked the stairway to Heaven today ...
God knocked at my heart's door and today was the day ..
I started my journey home.
I had to leave in the blink of an eye ...
So, the things I didn't accomplish in this world ... must stay that way.
I walked the stairway to Heaven today ... and met glorious angels along the way.
The angels halo's glimmering in God's Heavenly glow.
Angels were playing harps and trumpets and singing "Amazing Grace".
I paused for a moment to treasure this sight.
As I got closer to Heaven's gate ... angels continued to greet me along my way.
They were all saying wonderful greetings ...
Right outside of heaven's gate ... I was greeted by a group of children with soft delicate voices ...
The called me by name and said ...
"Welcome Home ... Praise The Lord ... You are free at last!"

Pamela Welch

My Grandpa

My Grandpa told me stories. He taught me how to pray
He told me of when he was young, a little boy one day
He followed his own daddy to the fields to work all day
My Grandpa told me stories of how he learned to pray.
His daddy showed him God's blue sky and read from the book of love
And taught him always the commandments live and he'd join God someday up above
He showed him how to toil the fields and thank the Lord above
And taught him to be thankful for the blessed Jesus love
Oh, Grandpa told me stories that he wanted me to know
The things he taught me were the things that helped me as I grow
He told me love your neighbor, help the poor and not the rich
He told me 'bout the widow, her last penny she did give
He taught me all about the way to guide my children right
He said "child follow Jesus path" and let your light shine bright
My grandpa, my dear grandpa is now with the Lord above
His stories now tucked in my heart along with his sweet love...

By: Jene' Lind.............9-26-02

Someday soon, and it won't be long,
You'll look for me, and I'll be gone,
My life on earth, is almost over,
Then my life, will be no more,
I've been through, some heartaches and tears,
While on earth, throughout my years,
If you let Him, God will bring you through,
He has for me, and He will for you,
He gently, wipes away my tears,
And never ceases, to calm my fears,
When I fall, and cannot stand,
He picks me up, with His nail scarred hand,
I've been blessed, I can truly say,
By the Truth, the Life and the Way,
Yes my life, is coming to an end,
And into Heaven, I'll ascend,
I'll see, loved ones, by the crystal sea,
To welcome me home for eternity,
I can hear God softly say,
"My child, today's the day,"
So, if you look for me, and I'm not here,
Don't let your eyes be filled with tears,
I'll be home, bowing before God's throne.

Author..........Ruth Mitchell

Christian Death

A child once found a birds nest
in which were eggs,
Which he looked upon as a great treasure.
He left them, and when a week had passed,
went back again.
He went to his mother grieving,
"I had some beautiful eggs in this nest,
and now they are destroyed.
Nothing is left but a few pieces of broken shell."
But the mother said, "Child, here is no destruction.
There were little birds within those eggs,
and they have flown away, and are singing now
among the branches of the trees.
The eggs are not wasted, but have answered their purpose.
It is far better as it is."
So, when we look at our departed ones, we are apt to
say, "Is this all you have left us, ruthless spoiler?"
But Faith whispers, "No, the shell is broken,
but among the birds of paradise,
you shall find the spirits of your beloved one's singing.
Their true manhood is not here,
but has ascended to it's Father God."
It is not a loss to die, but a living again.

"A Glimpse At Life"

Someone once said, "Don't cry because it's over; smile because it happened."

How many tears have been shed because a love was lost? How many have cried
because a visit ended. A special event was over and it brought tears at its
completion. Endings do seem to bring sadness and tears. In death we grieve
instead of celebrating the life we shared. Endings are seen as finalities. To finish is to bring to a conclusion. We grieve for what was and is no more. A conclusion is to terminate as if it had never been in the eyes of many. Why is it people don't smile, laugh or rejoice at what they once had or enjoyed.

I have often told my family I want a party held when my time on earth ends.
Being a Christian I believe in eternal life and it will truly be a time to celebrate. I will no longer be confined to a wheelchair I will be able to walk streets of gold. Remember the good times and laugh at the fun we shared.

Someone also said, "Nothing ever stays the same, but be glad for what you had."
We often spend so much time in grieving endings that we forget the joy we had in beginnings, and the ecstasy before conclusions. For some people it matters not, all the joys they've had, or all the excitement they have experienced.
When the curtain is drawn and the lights turned out, all they see are losses. They fail to see that eternity lives on, ever growing, ever knowing, ever enjoying. To venture forth is to grow; to experience is to know. Take with you the joys, leave the sadness behind; life is too short to dwell on losses. If you hold losses too tightly there is no room to embrace tomorrow's happiness.

How sad that of the gifts one receives in a lifetime, they should remember not the gifts but only the spoils. Why is it easier for memories to linger on hurts someone has done to you instead of on the helpfulness of others?
Instead of choosing to cry because 'things' in life are over, and because nothing ever stays the same; I ponder then, what a fulfilling life could be ours, if we would only smile because life happened and be thankful then for what we've had.

I think as the curtain of life begins its final call, that I shall remember with bountiful thrills, all that was spread before me on this harvest table of my journey through life.
I shall not linger on what might have been or never was, but rejoice in all that found its way into my soul. There were no blunders, only training in progress; there were no endings only new beginnings. No hurt, only joy growing. No pain, only
compassionate exercises. Loves lost were only passions steered towards the 'real' thing.

Someone else said that Attitude is the only thing you have control over. In my approach to life I choose to move out and onward, not backward in regret.
For what might have been, never was and will be no more. What is yet to be;
holds doors opening to the joy of everything. There are always dreams to live, endeavors to accomplish, new people to meet, knowledge to absorb, joy to seize and
happiness to embrace.
I choose to have crow's feet around my eyes, instead of tears in my eyes. I choose to laugh at my mistakes, instead of dwelling on them. I choose to embrace all that the future has waiting for me instead of clinging to what I left behind.
I embrace change and the knowledge it brings. I choose to be all that I can be instead of being a has-been. I choose to ride my three wheel motorized scooter into the future instead of laying flat on my back dreaming of years before when I could walk. The Greatest Joy in Life may be just waiting to happen; I choose to search! Take my hand go with me!

Written By: Betty King

Your battles now are over and you're safe on Heaven's shore,
You won't have to suffer or to struggle anymore.
We honor you, dear friend, with our gathering here today,
And we know that you're in Heaven and your pains are gone away.
We wouldn't have wanted to keep you even for another day,
Unless we could have seen you well, that would have been the only way.
We knew that you were heading Home and that you were ready to go.
That soon you'd be with Christ our Lord and others that you loved so.

As we think back on the last few days that you spent here on Earth,
We remember the faith you had in Christ and in your God - given second
birth. Your faith never wavered as your departure time drew near,
You knew you'd be in Heaven as soon as you left here.
So dearly beloved brother as we remember you just now,
Even in all our sadness we are joyful as our heads we bow.
We praise God for your faithfulness as His witness to the end,
And we say good-bye for a little while knowing we'll see you
in Heaven dear friend.

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It is hard to deal with death. I don't understand death. I don't even understand life. I am just doing the best I can to follow Jesus and His teachings. In Jesus teachings He taught us about life, death, love, hate, fear, greed, lust, and many other things.
I think the main thing I don't understand is death.
Why do good people die? I don't know the answer to that question.
But, lets see what God has to say about death.
And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and there will be no more death, no sorrow, nor crying, and there shall be no more pain, for the former things have passed away.
Revelation 21:4

For I am persuaded that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor
principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, nor height nor depth, nor any other created thing, shall be able to separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
Romans 8: 38, 39

I think God is trying to tell us that there
is a time for everything.
I still don't understand why people die.
I do know that God has everything under His control.
All we can do is trust. Just look what He promised us.
No more tears, no more pain, nor more sorrow, no more death.
We will never understand His thoughts, for His thoughts
are so much higher than ours. I believe that is where trust comes in.

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Heaven is real! Jesus said He was going to prepare a place for us. Jn 14:1-3
Let not your heart be troubled; you believe in God, believe also in Me.
In My Father's house are many mansions; if it were not so, I would have told you.
I go to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you
I will come again and receive you to Myself; that where I am, there you may be also.

Heaven is a better place than we are in now.
Heb 11:16 speaks of those who have gone on before us and says, But now they desire a
better, that is, a heavenly country. Therefore God is not ashamed to be called their God,
for He has prepared a city for them. Heaven is described this way in the following verses.

Heaven is not a place of flesh and blood, 1Corinthians 15:50.
The beauty of Heaven is indescribable, 1Corinthians 2:9.
There will be no tears in Heaven, Revelation 21:4.
Heaven is a place of rest, He 4:9-11.
Heaven is a place of gain, far better than what we have now, Philippians 1:21-23.
Heaven is a place of rest for those who are troubled, 2 Thess 1:7-9.
Heaven is for those who are faithful to the point of death, Revelation 2:10.
Heaven is described as the resurrection of life, Jn 5:28-29.
All those who have obeyed God will be in Heaven, He 5:8-9.

I'm Free

Don't grieve for me, for now I'm free.
I'm following the path God laid for me.
I took His hand when I heard Him call;
I turned my back and left it all.
I could not stay another day,
To laugh, to work or play.
Tasks left undone must stay that way;
I found that place at the close of day.
If my parting had left a void,
Then fill it with remembered joy.
A friendship shared a laugh, a kiss;
Ah yes, these things, I too will miss.
Be not burdened with times of sorrow,
I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow.
My life's been full, I savored much;
Good friends, good times, a loved ones touch.
Perhaps my time seems all to brief,
Don't lengthen it now with undue grief.
Lift up hearts and share with me,
God wanted me now, He set me free.

Author: Linda Jo Jackson

Grandpa

In memory he comes to me, a man so wrinkled, lines deep from years of toil,
His face so gentle, his spirit free, his room was lit by a lamp of oil.
He lived in a one room abode, everything he owned was there.
I would wonder what happened to his things of old, but for that he seemed not to care.
As I walked into his room, I would leave the world behind
For the magic that this place held for me was one so few will ever find.
For such a place as this, I never imagined could exist.
On the wall, above the bed, just hanging on a nail, was a cross made out of wood,
I remember it so well.
So simple in its form, hanging on the wall, it said to me, here, there can be no harm to the great or the small.
I would venture in, not quite sure, of what was expected of me.
He sat in a wooden chair. I would kneel beside his knee.
His reading glasses were made of wire. He would place them slowly on.
I would think, he will read to me, till time I must go home.
The Bible that he read from, was old and worn with age.
He always very carefully turned from page to page.
When his old eyes grew too weak to see
He opened, still, this great book, and read from memory.
His voice is a whisper now, but I can hear so clear
The words he read so long ago, today, I still hold dear.

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I Miss You Mommy

Mommy went to Heaven, but I need her here today,
My tummy hurts and I fell down, I need her right away.
Operator can you tell me how to find her in this book?
Is Heaven in the yellow part, I don't know where to look.
I think my daddy needs her too, at night I hear him cry.
I hear him call her name sometimes, but I really don't know why.
Maybe if I call her she will hurry home to me.
Is Heaven very far away is it across the sea?
She's been gone a long, long time she needs to come home now!
I really need to reach her, but I simply don't know how.
Help me find the number please, is it listed under "Heaven"?
I can't read these big words, I am only seven.
I'm sorry operator, I didn't mean to make you cry,
Is your tummy hurting too? or is there something in your eye?
If I call my church maybe they will know.
Mommy said when we need help that's where we should go.
I found the number to my church tacked up on the wall.
Thank you operator, I'll give them a call.

by Donna Groleau

Journey's End

Today the journey is ended, I have worked out the mandates of fate;
Naked, alone, undefended, I knock at the uttermost gate.
Behind is life and its longing, its trial, its trouble, its sorrow;
Beyond is the infinite morning with a day without tomorrow.
Go back to dust and decay, body, grown weary and old;
You are worthless to me from today~no longer my soul can you hold.
I lay you down gladly forever for a life that is better than this;
I go where partings ne'er sever you into oblivion's abyss.
Lo, the gate swings wide at my knocking, across endless reaches I see
Lost friends with laughter come flocking to give a glad welcome to me.
Farewell, the maze has been threaded, this is the ending of strife;
Say not that death should be dreaded, tis but the beginning of life.

By Wenonah Stevens Abbott

Legacy to a Son

I leave you a tangled field, a gray-gnarled old elm tree,
A purple-misted far-off hill, a river running free,
A weathered house with a slanted roof, tall flowers set along
A winding walk, two apple trees,
The robins' welcome song, the sparrows' nests built in the eaves,
Their morning twittering's, a tall and fragrant lilac hedge,
Each new springtime that brings hope to a winter-laden heart,
Peace when the day is through, the gatherings of a lifetime home are what I leave to you.

Jessie Cannon Eldridge

Wings

All I ever wanted was to keep you nestled safely under my wing
Until yours were strong enough to fly the high places
Find open spaces and build your own home.
All I ever needed was to keep my eye on you
Until you could see farther to see the high places
Watch open spaces and make them your own.
All I ever wished for was to give you strong wings
To be there when you tested them against the windy places
And newfound spaces of shattered dreams gone.
All I ever hoped for was to be there if you fall.
Tell you that you won't always be small
And truly high places await he who flies again.
Now I must find the faith that you are soaring in places
New spaces I simply cannot see. That someone new watches over you
Helping you watch over me until I find my way home.

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To Remember Me

The day will come when my body will lie upon a white sheet, neatly tucked under four corners of a mattress located in a hospital busily occupied with the living and the dying. At a certain moment a doctor will determine that my brain has ceased to function and that, for all intents and purposes, my life has stopped.
When that happens, do not attempt to instill artificial life into my body by the use of a machine. And don't call this my deathbed. Let it be called the bed of life, and let
my body be taken from it to help others lead fuller lives.

Give my sight to the man who has never seen a sunrise, a baby's face or love in the eyes of a woman.
Give my heart to a person whose own heart has caused nothing but endless days of pain.
Give my blood to the teenager who was pulled from the wreckage of his car, so that he might live to see his grandchildren play.
Give my kidneys to one who depends on a machine to exist from week to week. Take my bones, every muscle, every fiber and nerve in my body and find a way to make a crippled child walk.
Explore every corner of my brain. Take my cells, if necessary, and let them grow so that someday, a speechless boy will shout at the crack of a bat and a deaf girl will
hear the sound of rain against her window.
Burn what is left of me and scatter the ashes to the winds, to help the flowers grow.
If you must bury something, let it be my faults, my weaknesses and all prejudice against my fellow man.
Give my sins to the devil.
Give my soul to God.

If, by chance, you wish to remember me, do it with a kind deed or word to someone who needs you.
If you do all I have asked, I will live forever.

By Robert N. Test

My First Christmas In Heaven

I see the countless Christmas trees around the world below
With tiny lights, like Heaven's stars, reflecting on the snow
The sight is so spectacular, please wipe away the tear
For I am spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.
I hear the many Christmas songs that people hold so dear
But the sounds of music can't compare with the Christmas choir up here.
I have no words to tell you, the joy their voices bring,
For it is beyond description, to hear the angels sing.
I know how much you miss me, I see the pain inside your heart
But I am not so far away, we really aren't apart.
So be happy for me, dear ones, You know I hold you dear.
And be glad I'm spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.
I sent you each a special gift, from my Heavenly home above.
I sent you each a memory of my undying love.
After all, love is a gift more precious than pure gold.
It was always most important in the stories Jesus told.
Please love and keep each other, as my Father said to do.
For I can't count the blessing or love He has for each of you.
So have a Merry Christmas and wipe away that tear
Remember, I am spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.

This poem was written by a 13 year old boy who died of a brain tumor that he had battled for four years. He died on December 14, 1997. He gave this to his mom before he died.
His name was Ben.

Dear God,
Instead of letting people die and having to make new ones,
why don't You just keep the ones You have now?

Bread and Music

Music I heard with you was more than music,
And bread I broke with you was more than bread;
Now that I am without you, all is desolate;
All that was once so beautiful is dead.

Your hands once touched this table and this silver,
And I have seen your fingers hold this glass.
These things do not remember you, beloved,
And yet your touch upon them will not pass.

For it was in my heart you moved among them,
And blessed them with your hands and with your eyes;
And in my heart they will remember always,--
They knew you once, O beautiful and wise.

Conrad Aiken

Blue Irises

I had a rare and beautiful blue iris. She meant everything to me.
She gave me life and hopes and dreams. She taught my heart,
as she taught my soul, how to really see.

I lost my beautiful blue iris...on a bright cold winter morn,
But my world was all but darkened, and all my light was gone.

I now know from her teachings, that she left behind another bloom,
my daughter....whose name she adorns.
I still have that rare and beautiful blue iris,
a part of me, a part of Mom.

As gentle and as sweet as the spring rain in the morning,
A spirit so wonderfully free. A part of Mom, and a part of me.

You see, true beauty never dies my friend. It makes new for another day,
And in my daughters eyes I see the love, from yesterday and today.

She has passed that light to her sons, and in them I now see,
Two new rare and beautiful blue irises.
Part Mom, part daughter, part me.

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When my life has reached its very end, and I take that final breath;
I want to know I've left behind, some "good" before my death.
I hope that in my final hour, in all honesty I can say:
That somewhere in my lifetime, I have brightened someone's day.
That maybe I have brought a smile to someone else's face,
And made one moment a little sweeter while they dwelled here in this place.
Lord, please be my reminder and whisper softly in my ear ...
To be a "giver," not a "taker," in the years I have left here.
Give to me the strength I need, open up my mind and my soul ...
That I might show sincere compassion, and love to others before I go.
For if not a heart be touched by me, and not a smile was left behind
Then the life that I am blessed with, will have been a waste of time.
With all my heart, I truly hope to leave something here on earth
That touched another, made them smile and gave to my life ... worth.

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When Heaven Is Really Heaven

When we lose a loved one....nothing is tougher,
It causes the brave and strong as well to suffer.
Where do we turn for peace, the choir sings,
WE must turn to Jesus, for the healing is in HIS wings.

How do we find HIM one might ask,
It seems to be such a difficult task.
His arms are always extended like the limbs of a tree,
So put your hand in the hand of the man from Galilee.

When you grasp His hand, never let go,
For it is only HIM that can cleanse the soul.
Hold to HIM steadfast and never part,
For it is HE that can mend your broken heart.

Your loved one is being embraced by HIM beyond the sunset,
So there is no reason for you to mourn or fret.
We will all be given a mansion He has prepared for us there,
Where there is no pain or fear or sickness to bear.

And one day there will be a great reunion on the other side,
So let's humble ourselves and strip away our pride.
And look forward to that day and not have a worry or care,
Because Heaven can't be Heaven unless our loved ones are there.

The Foot Of The Cross

Fearing the battle was over,
and I'd already lost the war;
I was tired of trying and failing,
I just couldn't fight anymore.

So dragging my battle scarred body,
I crawled to the foot of the Cross;
And I sobbed "Oh please Father forgive me,
But I tried....I tried.....and I still lost."

Then the air grew silent around me,
I heard His voice just as clear as the dawn;
"Oh, My child though you are weary and tired,
You can't stop, you have to go on."

At the foot of the Cross where I met Him,
At the foot of the Cross where He died;
I felt love as I knelt in His presence,
I felt hope as I looked in His eyes.

Then He gathered me lovingly to Him,
As around us God's light clearly shone;
And together we walked through my lifetime,
To heal every wound I had known.

I found bits of my dreams long forgotten,
And pieces of my life on the floor;
But I watched as He tenderly Blessed them,
And my life was worth living once more.

I knew then why I had been losing,
I knew then why I had not grown;
At the foot of the Cross came the answer,
I'd been fighting the battle alone.

At the foot of the Cross where I met Him,
At the foot of the Cross where He died;
Then I knew I could face any challenge,
Together just my Lord and I.

Sunset

Each evening as I watch the sunset....and I draw out its last minutes of warmth to hold into my heart to send to you....As I watch the Great Artist paint His sky, of breath taking colors, with a background of pale blue....such beauty above me, I wonder, my mind set on you.....as I look at the changing colored clouds, I see a painted picture of your face, my greatest love....and my prayers are to see you again, and I ask for a Blessing from above.....so many lonely nights I have felt alone and cold....if this was written upon the stars....for one to love and one to leave....and one heart left broken, still remaining is me.....

(Sundown) "A Cherokee" R. Brent

Dear Dad,
Camp is fun!! We played baseball yesterday afternoon. My team won the game.
Today we went hiking in the woods. My friend Ted found a snake and got bit, so he had to go to the nurse. He's going home tomorrow. Camp is over in two weeks. I can't wait to come home and tell everyone how much fun I had here. I can't wait to tell you, mom, and Sarah all about it.
Your son, Bobby

Dad,
It's around 9pm right now. I am really tired. Boot camp is harder than I thought it would be. But we are learning a lot. It's the early morning wake up calls that get to me. I think I made the right decision in going into the military. It rained all day. We were all covered in mud because we had to run and crawl through it.

Dad,
It's hell over here.
Some day's I feel like I have no mind left in my skull.

I'm sorry I missed Sarah's 16th birthday. The days seem to run together now. Hard for me to imagine my little sister being so old now. Tell her that I love her, ok?

We went to a small village last week. I told you before how our platoon leader is a real SOB--it's hard for me to tell you this....he blew this Vietnamese guy's face off. I can't take it. The only reason he did it was because he couldn't understand what the guy was saying. They set their little huts on fire with lighters. They call it Zippo parties. I have never been so scared in my life. Everyone's scared. You can see it in their eyes.
It might be different if we knew these people we're killing, but you gotta get them before they get you.
The worst time is whenever everything is quiet. This one guy named Sam just sits and stares a lot. Usually, when it's too quiet. He's been here longer than me.
It's hard to get close to anyone here, Dad. One of my buddies hit a land mine and not much was left of him.

Dear Bobby,
I miss you so much, Son.
Sorry I haven't written in so long. Every time I would start to, I would break down. It seemed that while the war was going on, time went by so slowly.

Now....well, I guess things haven't changed that much. I'm still waiting for you to walk through the front door. To hear your foot falls in the hall in the mornings.
They closed down the old High School. They are talking about putting in a mini-mall.

We still have all of your letters. We keep them in a steel box in the attic. Your mother pulled them out last night again. She sat up for a long time, reading each line.

Sarah married in 1973. You would have liked her husband, Greg. They have four kids. Sarah told them all about you, Bobby. She misses you everyday.

I am 72 years old now. But time stands still for you, Son. You will always be 19 to me.
I just wanted to remind you how much I love you. Your picture still sits on the mantle at home.

You are in my heart forever. Everytime, that I run my fingers across your name on this Wall........I swear I can still feel you standing beside me.
I wish I could change it all. There is no way for me to explain to you the pain we felt when we were told of your death. But I will always be very proud of you.

Happy Birthday, Bobby. I am leaving this letter here at the base of this Wall for you.

Friend, please don't mourn for me. I'm still here, though you don't see. I'm right by your side each night and day, and within your heart I long to stay.

My body is gone but I'm always near. I'm everything you feel, see or hear. My spirit is free, but I'll never depart. As long as you keep me alive in your heart.

I'll never wander out of your sight. I'm the brightest star on a summer night. I'll never be beyond your reach. I'm the warm moist sand when you're at the beach.

I'm the colorful leaves when fall comes around, and the pure white snow that blankets the ground. I'm the beautiful flowers of which you're so fond, the clear cool water in a quiet pond.

I'm the first bright blossom you'll see in the spring. The first warm raindrop that April will bring. I'm the first ray of light when the sun starts to shine, and you'll see that the face in the moon is mine.

When you start thinking there's no one to love you, you can talk to me through the Lord above you. I'll whisper my answer through the leaves on the trees, and you'll feel my presence in the soft summer breeze.

I'm the hot salty tears that flow when you weep, and the beautiful dreams that come while you sleep. I'm the smile you see on a baby's face. Just look for me, friend, I'm every place!

If tears could build a stairway, and memories were a lane, I would walk right up to Heaven to bring you home again. No farewell words were spoken, no time to say good-bye. You were gone before I knew it, and only God knows why. My heart still aches in sadness, and secret tears still flow, What it meant to lose you, no one will ever know.

I mourn for him, my beloved lover of my heart
My own true love. You have left me behind
in soulful moments of remembrance and time.
I toss in my sleep repeating your name.
My heart yearns to capture your embrace.
When will I be taken, I await
Held in a heart that is heavy like stone
I hear the wind, is it you calling my name?
Come, take me home to be your dove.

Maria©

The legend of the raindrop has a lesson for us all
As it trembled in the heavens
Questioning whether it should fall.
For the glistening raindrop
Argued to the genie of the sky,
"I am beautiful and lovely
As I sparkle here on high,
And hanging here I will become
Part of the rainbow's hue
And I'll shimmer like a diamond
For all the world to view."
But the genie told the raindrop,
"Do not hesitate to go,
For you will be more beautiful
If you fall to earth below.
For you will sink into the soil
And be lost awhile from sight,
But when you reappear on earth,
You'll be looked on with delight.
For you will be the raindrop
That quenched the thirsty ground
And helped the lovely flowers
To blossom all around.
And in your resurrection
You'll appear in queenly clothes
With the beauty of the lily
And the fragrance of the rose;
Then, when you wilt and wither,
You'll become part of the earth
And make the soil more fertile
And give new flowers birth."
For there is nothing ever lost
Or eternally neglected,
For everything God ever made
Is always resurrected.

Helen Steiner Rice

Thank You For Your Unconditional Love
by Zahra Faisal Asghar

As I stand here and look down
upon your grave... you lying so still..
so silent... tired and all spent of your share of life
that used to surround you...
of love for people around you.
I have admired your strength,
you stood strong when it was so much easier to give in.
You were there to celebrate
the joyous times our family saw..
You went a million miles out of your way
to make rainbows out of rainy days...
You had a unique way of transforming
life's difficult moments...
into love's greatest memories.
As I bend to kiss you this one last 'goodbye'...
wishing with all my heart
that from behind those closed eyes,
your soul is able to feel the words
sent from my heart to you,
which now can only be
expressed by my crying thoughts,
wrapped in every tear drop,
the gratitude and thanks
for the unconditional forever kind of love
you have showered upon me
at all times, never asking anything in return,
in spite of the heartbreak and pain
I may have caused you...
God be my witness as He watches from above,
I may never ever find...Your kind of love...

Index	Ten	Twenty	Thirty
One	Eleven	Twenty-One	Remembering One
Two	Twelve	Twenty-Two	Remembering Two
Three	Thirteen	Twenty-Three	Remembering Three
Four	Fourteen	Twenty-Four	Animals One
Five	Fifteen	Twenty-Five	Animals Two
Six	Sixteen	Twenty-Six	Animals Three
Seven	Seventeen	Twenty-Seven	Heroes
Eight	Eighteen	Twenty-Eight	Holidays
Nine	Nineteen	Twenty-Nine

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