My Wonderful Life

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About Angels     by Mattie Stepanek
Do you know what angels wear?
They wear
Angel-halos and Angel-wings, and
Angel-dresses and Angel-shirts under them, and
Angel-underwear and Angel-shoes and Angel-socks, and
On their heads
They wear
Angel-hair -
Except if they don't have any hair.
Some children and grownups
Don't have any hair because they
Have to take medicine that makes it fall out.
And sometimes,
The medicine makes them all better.
And sometimes,
The medicine doesn't make them all better,
And they die.
And they don't have any Angel-hair.
So do you know what God does then?
He gives them an
Angel-wig.
And that's what Angels wear.

 

Heavenly Greeting      by Mattie Stepanek
Dear God,
For a long time,
I have wondered about
How You will meet me
When I die and come to
Live with You in Heaven.
I know You reach out
Your hand to welcome
Your people into Your home,
But I never knew if You
Reached out Your right hand,
Or if You
Reached out Your left hand.
But now I don't have to
Wonder about that anymore.
I asked my mommy and
She told me that You
Reach out both of Your hands,
And welcome us with
A great big giant hug.
Wow!
I can't wait for my hug, God.
Thank you,
And Amen.

I Could…If They Would      by Mattie Stepanek
If they would find a cure when I'm a kid…
I could ride a bike and sail on rollerblades, and
I could go on really long nature hikes.
If they would find a cure when I'm a teenager…
I could earn my license and drive a car, and
I could dance every dance at my senior prom.
If they would find a cure when I'm a young adult…
I could travel around the world and teach peace, and
I could marry and have children of my own.
If they would find a cure when I'm grown old…
I could visit exotic places and appreciate culture, and
I could proudly share pictures of my grandchildren.
If they would find a cure when I'm alive…
I could live each day without pain and machines, and
I could celebrate the biggest thank you of life ever.
If they would find a cure when I'm buried into Heaven…
I could still celebrate with my brothers and sister there, and
I could still be happy knowing that I was part of the effort.

When I Die (Part II)      by Mattie Stepanek
When I die, I want to be
A child in Heaven.
I want to be
A ten-year-old cherub.
I want to be
A hero in Heaven,
And a peacemaker,
Just like my goal on earth.
I will ask God if I can
Help the people in purgatory.
I will help them think,
About their life,
About their spirits,
About their future.
I will help them
Hear their own Heartsongs again,
So they can finally
See the face of God,
So soon.
When I die,
I want to be,
Just like I want to be
Here on earth.

Title Unknown
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 know how much you love me,
As much as I love you,
and each time that you think of me,
I know you'll miss me too.

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.

Sightseers into Pilgrims   
by Evangeline Paterson
I used to think --
loving life so greatly --
that to die would be
like leaving a party
before the end.

Now I know that the party
is really happening
somewhere else;
that the light and the music --
escaping in snatches
to make the pulse beat
and the tempo quicken --
come from a long way
away.

And I know too
that when I get there
the music will never
end.

Prospice     by Robert Browning
Fear death? -- to feel the fog in my throat,
   The mist in my face,
When the snows begin, and blasts denote,
   I am nearing the place,
The power of the night, the press of the storm,
   The post of the foe;
Where he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form,
   Yet the strong man must go:
For the journey is done and the summit attained,
   And the barriers fall,
Though a battle's to fight ere the guerdon be gained,
   The reward of it all.
I was ever a fighter, so -- one fight more,
   The best and last!
I would hate that Death bandaged my eyes, and forebore,
   And bade me crept past.
No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers
   The heroes of old,
Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's assears
   Of pain, darkness, and cold.
For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave,
   The black minute's at end,
And the element's rage, the fiend-voices that rave,
   Shall dwindle, shall blend,
Shall change, shall become first a peace, then a joy,
   Then a light, then thy breast,
O thou soul of my soul! I shall clasp thee again,
   And with God be the rest!


Title Unknown
An old man, going a lone highway,
Came at the evening, cold and gray,
To a chasm, vast and deep and wide
Through which was flowing a sullen tide.
The old man crossed in the twilight dim;
The sullen stream had no fears for him;
But he turned when safe on the other side
And built a bridge to span the tide.

"Old man," said a fellow pilgrim near,
"You are wasting strength with building here;
Your journey will end with the ending day;
You never again must pass this way;
You have crossed the chasm, deep and wide.
Why build the bridge at eventide?"

The builder lifted his old gray head.
"Good friend, in the path I have come," he said.
"There follows after me today
A youth whose feet must pass this way.
This chasm that has been naught to me
To that fair-haired youth may be pitfall be.
He, too, must cross in the twilight dim;
Good friend, I am building the bridge for him."


A Life Well-Lived
   by Marcel Proust
A life well-lived is a legacy of joy and pride and pleasure, a loving, lasting
memory our grateful hearts will treasure
He touches your heart and brings healing to your spirit
Love lives on forever in the heart.
Memory nourishes the heart, and grief abates.

God saw that _____ was getting tired and a cure was not to be found.
He put His loving arms around him and whispered “Come with me”
With tearful eyes you watched him suffer and saw him fade away.
Although you loved him dearly you could not make him stay.
A golden heart stopped beating His small, frail hand at rest.
God broke your hearts to prove to you He only takes the best.


To the loved ones I leave behind      by Sullivan Belleau 
Forgive my many faults
And the many pains I have caused you.
How thoughtless, how foolish I have been.

But if the dead can come back to this earth,
And flit unseen around those they love,
I shall always be with you.
In the brightest day and the darkest night.
Always! Always!

And when the soft breeze fans your cheek,
It shall be my breath.
Or the cool air your throbbing temple
It shall be my spirit passing by.

Do not mourn me dead
Think I am gone and wait for me
For we shall meet again.


The Pathway the Never Ends
We follow a pathway that has no end as we travel through life day by day.

Together with those who are dear to our hearts and are there by our side, come what may.

But sometimes a loved one must travel ahead for reasons that aren’t always clear.

And we’re left behind to continue along, missing one who is no longer here.

And while it may seem that the pathway has stopped, it merely has a rounded a bend, And our loved one goes on to a much brighter place down the pathway that has no end.


Miss Me But 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 too long, and not with your head held low
Remember the love that we once shared. Miss me - but let me go

For this is a journey that we all must take, and each must go alone
It's all a part of the Master's plan, a step on the road to home."


The clock of life
The clock of life is wound but once,
and no man has the power
to tell just when the hands will stop
at late or early hour.
Now is the only time you own
live, love, toil with a will
place no faith in tomorrow, for
the clock may then be still


All is well      by Canon H. Scott Holland
"Death is just an open door
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.

Put no difference in your tone,
wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughed
at the little jokes we enjoyed together.

Let my name be ever the household word
that it always was,
let it be spoken without effect,
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 unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind
because I am out of sight?

I am waiting for you, for an interval,
somewhere very near;
safe and secure,
all is well."


My Mother's Garden
My Mother kept a garden
A garden of the heart
She planted all the good things
That gave my life its start
She turned me to the sunshine
And encouraged me to dream
Fostering and nurturing
The seeds of self-esteem

And when the winds and rains came
She protected me enough
But not too much, she new I'd need
To stand up strong and tough
Her constant good example
Always taught me right from wrong
Markers for my pathway
That will last a lifetime long

I am my Mother's garden
I am her legacy
And I hope today she feels the love
Reflected back from me.

Don't grieve for me .....     by Thresiamma Abraham
Don't grieve for me, for I'm free
I'm following the path God laid for me
I took his hand when I heard his call,
I turned my back and left it all.

I could not stay another day,
To laugh, to love, to work or play
Tasks left undone must stay that way,
I've found that peace at the close of day.

If my parting has 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 one's touch.

Perhaps my time seemed all too brief
Don't lengthen it now with undue grief
Lift up your hearts and share with me,
God wanted me now, He has set me free.


I am vertical      by Sylvia Plath
I am vertical
But I would rather be horizontal.
I am not a tree with my root in the soil
Sucking up minerals and motherly love
So that each March I may gleam into leaf.
Nor am I the beauty of a garden bed
Attracting my share of "ahs" and "spectacularly painted"
And knowing I must soon unpetal.
Compared to me, a tree is immortal
And a flower-head not tall, but more startling.
And I want the one's longevity and the other's daring.
Tonight, in the infinitesimal light of the stars
The trees and the flowers have been stewing their cool odours.
I walk among them, but none of them are noticing.
Sometimes I think that when I am sleeping
I must perfectly resemble them - thoughts gone dim.
It is more natural to me, lying down.
Then the sky and I are in open conversation,
And I shall be useful when I lie down finally;
Then the trees may touch me for once,
And the flowers have time for me.


God's garden
God looked around his garden and he found an empty place.
And then he 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 always 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 was 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,
For part of us went with you, the day God called you home.


I did not die
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 softly falling snow,
I am the gentle shower 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 did not die.


Traditional gaelic blessing
May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face;
the rains fall soft upon your fields and until we meet again,
may God hold you in the palm of His hand.


Old Indian Prayer
Should your blanket be torn,
May your breezes blow warm,
May your pleasure be what you find.
May the burdens you bear
Like your bounty-be shared
May you leave something good behind

May the sky and the land
Rise to your command
May your senses come like the night.
Live in peace with the Earth
As in death-As in birth
May you prosper, and have a good life.


Do not stand by my grave and weep     by Mary Frye
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 glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
(Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!)


She is Gone      by Anonymous
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'll come back
or you can open your eyes and see all she's left.

Your heart can be empty because you can't see her
or you can be full of the love 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's 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'd want: smile, open your eyes, love and go on.


No Title     by Charlie Daniels
A brief candle; both ends burning
An endless mile; a bus wheel turning
A friend to share the lonesome times
A handshake and a sip of wine
So say it loud and let it ring
We are all a part of everything
The future, present and the past
Fly on proud bird
You're free at last

 
No Title
The lovely bud, so young, so fair
Called off by earthly doom,
Just came to show how sweet a flower
In paradise could bloom


Let Me Go      by Anon
We've known lots of pleasure,
At times endured pain,
We've lived in the sunshine
And walked in the rain.

But now we're separated
And for a time apart,
But I am not alone-
You're forever in my heart.

Death always seems so sudden,
And it is always sure,
But what is oft' forgotten-
It is not without a cure.

[You may wish to remove this next verse]
I'm walking now with someone,
And I know He'll always stay,
I know He's walking with you too,
Giving comfort everyday.

There may be times you miss me,
I sort of hope you do,
But smile when you think of me,
For I'll be waiting for you.

Now there's many things for you to do,
And lots of ways to grow,
So get busy, be happy, and live your life,
Miss me, but let me go.


After Glow
I’d like the memory of me
to be a happy one.
I’d like to leave an after glow
of smiles when life is done.
I’d like to leave an echo
whispering softly down the ways,
Of happy times and laughing times
and bright and sunny days.
I’d like the tears of those who grieve,
to dry before the sun
of happy memories
that I leave when my life is done.


I’m Free
Don’t grieve for me, for now I’m free
I’m following the path God has laid you see.
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 love, to work, to play.
Tasks left undone must stay that way
I found that peace at the close of day.

If my parting has left a void
Then fill it with remembered joy.
A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss
Oh 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 one’s touch.

Perhaps my time seemed all too brief
Don’t lengthen it now with undue grief.
Lift up your hearts and peace to thee
God wanted me now; He set me free.


No Title
A light from the family is gone
A voice we loved is stilled
A place is vacant in the home
Which never can be filled

We have to mourn the loss of one
We would’ve loved to keep
But God who surely loved her best
Has finally made her sleep


This was my Father
My Father was a man who had smiles to brighten your days
who always made you feel good with his warm words of praise.
And what’s more he knew what to do to make wishes come true.
He was my Father.
My Father was someone who always had good stories to tell,
but just as importantly he knew how to be a good listener as well.
He was patient and kind and the very best friend you could ever hope to find.
He was no ordinary man
And I'm proud to tell the world that (Insert your dads name here)
Was my Father.

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