Christian Funeral Poems

Arising in softest sapphire,
Shimmery as the night,
Inviting silence to release her,
Tears flowing, thick and sincere,
Breaking through melancholy,
Trembling with dark dread,
Erasing all the soul’s vivacity –
Erasing...

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Grief tears down the walls,
Built by scarred hearts,
Convincing walls, sturdy like the oak –
But not nearly as resilient when anguish trembles
In hearts who have never...

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Some hearts will go on, 
Braving the storms, the pain,
Even though you’re gone,
You’re there in ways I can’t explain.

Some of those who believe,
Will speak of...

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Still here,
Leaves dancing in the winds,
Winds resonating, graceful and breathless,
Like the seasons who still light,
Brilliant promises in rays, glowing softly,
Gentling the night’s whimsical breath,
Roaring through...

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When I eventually died 

And was medically pronounced dead 

What remained of my body after I was dead 

Had to be disposed of eventually 

Cremation...

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Patriarch, Dwight McIntosh
Friendly and kind, always a smile
Filled with joy, oh my gosh –
Love so alive, love that’s still in style

Patriarch, the man of the...

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For Brian Blankenship, a heart worth remembering


Stronger than I could imagine being,
Reminding me that love isn’t always agreeing –
But it is fiercer than a roaring...

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Ice formed in craggy spirals 
Upside down and billowed
on the outstretched arms
of a winter dead willow
still awaiting Spring’s charm

sunlight peered through 
the glistening frozen crystals...

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Tortured by the looming death,
Beloved, a mother… in hospice care
Difficult for her to understand, she breathed
A prayer, silently begging the Creator to give her
Another day,...

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Sackcloth and ashes
blood and steel clashes 

carbon dust burnt at last 
digging the umber crust

sackcloth and ashes lie 
as time passes into the future 

it...

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Ashes and Thirst

Evil comes in all shapes, and all sizes. 
We have all heard this many times... before. 
But how truly large, or small can...

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Deprived (sleep)

The small green light
on the radio dial... 
glares at me in the dark. 
It is like a lazar light show going off. 
I threw...

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The Light Poem:  by Shawn Wilkinson

I’ve done the hard work.
My chains are Freed
I’m am relieved
I’m a new person indeed.

Free to make new choices
Out of...

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On this day
A day of sigh
A wooden box
My body may lie
But Me myself
You will not find
In the ground
I won't be found
For I am no longer
Earthly...

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I
small father, The Arch is missed even by Dalai Lama, Buddhists
this writer loves Israel, but Tutu cried for Palestine, fellow-activists
my truth: the Arch gave me...

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