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Remembrance / Memorial Poems


There's a very special garden
Where the trees of memory grow
Nurtured by the kindness
And concern that good friends show.
The roots are cherished memories
Of good times in the past
The branches tender promises
That souls endure and last.
It's a place of peace and beauty
Where bright new hopes can start
It's memory's lovely garden
That soothes the hurting heart.

To everything there is a season,
And a time to every purpose under the heaven.
A time to be born, and a time to die;
A time to plant, and a time to pluck
that which is planted;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to get, and a time to lose;
A time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to love, and a time to hate;
A time of war, and time of peace.

-Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

 

They that love beyond the world
Cannot be separated by it.
Death is but crossing the world,
As friends do the seas;
They live in one another still.

-William Penn

 

There is a bridge connecting Heaven and Earth.  It is  called the Rainbow Bridge because of its many colors.  Just this side of the Rainbow Bridge there is a land of meadows, hills and valleys with lush green grass.  When a beloved pet dies, the pet goes to this place.  There is always food and water and warm spring weather.  The old and frail animals are young again.  Those who are maimed are made whole again.  They play all day with each other.  There is only one thing missing.  They are not with the special person who loved them on Earth.  So, each day they run and play until the day comes when one suddenly stops playing and looks up!  The nose twitches! The eyes are staring!  And this one suddenly runs from the group.  You have beenseen, and when you and your special friend meet, you take him or her in your arms and embrace.  Your face is kissed again and again, and you lookonce more into the eyes of your trusting pet.  Then you cross the Rainbow Bridge together, never again to be separated.

-Author Unknown-



...Grieve not, nor speak of me with tears,
but laugh and talk of me as if I were beside you... 
I loved you so - 'twas Heaven here with you.

-Isla Paschal Richardson


Somewhere in time's own space
There must be some sweet pastured place
Where creeks sing on and tall trees grow
Some Paradise where horses go.
For by the love that guides my pen
I know great horses live again. 

- Stanley Harrison

 

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