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Here are a few suggestions for comforting, inspirational poems which work very well as a reading or included in a eulogy.

Gone From My Sight

I am standing upon the seashore.
A ship at my side spreads her white
sails to the morning breeze and starts
for the blue ocean.

She is an object of beauty and strength.
I stand and watch her until at length
she hangs like a speck of white cloud
just where the sea and sky come
to mingle with each other.

Then, someone at my side says;
“There, she is gone!”

“Gone where?”

Gone from my sight. That is all.
She is just as large in mast and hull
and spar as she was when she left my side
and she is just as able to bear her
load of living freight to her destined port.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her.

And just at the moment when someone
at my side says, “There, she is gone!”
There are other eyes watching her coming,
and other voices ready to take up the glad

“Here she comes!”

And that is dying.

-Henry Van Dyke-



Crossing Over

Oh, please don’t feel guilty
It was just my time to go.
I see you are still feeling sad,
And the tears just seem to flow.

We all come to earth for our lifetime,
And for some it’s not many years
I don’t want you to keep crying
You are shedding so many tears.

I haven’t really left you
Even though it may seem so.
I have just gone to my heavenly home,
And I’m closer to you than you know.

Just believe that when you say
my name, I’m standing next to you,
I know you long to see me,
But there’s nothing I can do.

But I’ll still send you messages
And hope you understand,
That when your time comes to cross-over,
I’ll be there to take your hand.

Author Unknown-



Bridge to a Future

Roads that wind round canyon walls
Like corridors round learning halls

Points of light there on the ground
Will draw you with familiar sounds

Gather there the tools you need
Advice is there for you to heed

Spread the word as given you
And do the work you’re supposed to do

Travel where your heart does tell
Let your knowledge serve you well

Things will flow as to their course
You need not fear, or push, or force

All things come as time dictates
Though time has come for what you wait

The door is open once again
A bridge for futures now and then

Robert Langley-



Death is a Door

Death is only an old door
Set in a garden wall;
On gentle hinges it gives, at dusk
When the thrushes call.

Along the linted are green leaves,
Beyond the light lies still;
Very willing and weary feet
Go over that sill.

There is nothing to trouble any heart;
Nothing to hurt at all.
Death is only a quiet door
In an old wall.

-Nancy Byrd Turner-

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