Poems for Order of Service

Today is the deadline I have to send the funeral director a poem for the order of service. I didn’t read much poetry ever but googled some last night and found some surpringly comforting. It just occurred to me someone here may already have what I am looking for.

Does anyone have any poems to share that could be suitable for my husband’s funeral or just to share and maybe comfort someone who reads? We are not religious but admired nature/stars that kind of thing so I am hoping to find something like that particularly.

Dear FleurDeLis,
On the top right hand side of the page you should see a looking glass where you can do a search. If you type in ‘poem’ at least 50 posts will pop up that contain poems people have posted on this site, I hope you will find one that you can use.
Jo

Try typing POEMS onto the search bar on this site. There are lots to choose from. I like this one.

Belief
I have to believe
That you still exist
Somewhere,
That you still watch me
Sometimes
That you still love me
Somehow.
I have to believe
That life has meaning
Somehow
That I am useful here
Sometimes,
That I make small differences
Somewhere.
I have to believe
That I need to stay here
For some time,
That all this teaches me
Something,
So that I can meet you again
Somewhere.

4 Likes

I will use the search, it didn’t occur to me thank you.

Thank you so much Jean, that is beautiful…

If I be the first of us to die,

Let grief not blacken long your sky.

Be bold yet modest in your grieving.

There is a change but not a leaving.

For just as death is part of life,

The dead live on forever in the living.

And all the gathered riches of our journey,

The moments shared, the mysteries explored,

The steady layering of intimacy stored,

The things that made us laugh or weep or sing,

The joy of sunlit snow or first unfurling of the spring,

The wordless language of look and touch,

The knowing,

Each giving and each taking,

These are not flowers that fade,

Nor trees that fall and crumble,

Nor are they stone,

For even stone cannot the wind and rain withstand

And mighty mountain peaks in time reduce to sand.

What we were, we are.

What we had, we have.

A conjoined past imperishably present.

So when you walk the wood where once we walked together

And scan in vain the dappled bank beside you for my shadow,

Or pause where we always did upon the hill to gaze across the land,

And spotting something, reach by habit for my hand,

And finding none, feel sorrow start to steal upon you,

Be still.

Close your eyes.

Breathe.

Listen for my footfall in your heart.

I am not gone but merely walk within you.

3 Likes

Thank you Cat, this one took my breath away. It’s perfect. What we were, we are… I have felt so lost and like an entirely different person in a different life, this brought me comfort, thank you for sharing.

2 Likes

It’s perfect isn’t it? :cupid:

1 Like

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 glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

1 Like

This is beautiful…speaks to my heart. Over two years for me but he is with me always, comforting, sharing and encouraging. This poem says it perfectly, thanks for sharing. If we fall, fall forwards… easier to get up. X

Back to top