Poems for a Funeral Service

Here is a collection of Poems for a Funeral Service that will help you through this sad time arranging the eulogy for your loved one.You will find some lighter hearted than others due to the character of the decedent especially as some people choose their own nowadays. These are free for you to use for non commercial purpose.










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Poems for a Funeral Service

A Celtic Blessing

Deep peace of the running wave to you,
Deep peace of the flowing air to you,
Deep peace of the quiet earth to you,
Deep peace of the shining stars to you,
Deep peace of the Son of Peace to you,
May the road rise to meet you;
May the wind always be at your back;
May the sun shine warm upon your face;
May the rains fall softly upon your fields.
Until we meet again,
May God hold you in the hollow of His hand.

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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.
Mary Frye

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Poems for a Funeral Service

A ship sails and I stand watching till she fades on the
horizon and someone at my side says
She is gone.

Gone where? Gone from my sight, that is all.
She is just as large now as when I last saw her.
Her diminished size and total loss from my sight is
in me, not in her.

And just at that moment, when someone at my side says
she is gone,there are others who are watching her coming
over their horizon and other voices take up a glad shout -
There she comes!

That is what dying is.
An horizon and just the limit of our sight.
Lift us up O Lord, that we may see further.
Bishop Brent

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Perhaps my time seemed all too brief,
Don’t lengthen it now with undue grief.
If my parting has left a void
Then fill it with remembered joy.

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Poems for a Funeral Service

Perhaps they are not
stars in the sky,
but rather openings
where our loved ones
shine down to let us
know they are happy.
Eskimo Traditional

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They are not long, the weeping and the laughter,
Love and desire and hate;
I think they have no portion in us after
we pass the gate.

They are not long, the days of wine and roses;
out of a misty dream
Our path emerges for a while, then closes
Within a dream.
Ernest Dowson

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Solitude

Laugh, and the world laughs with you,
Weep, and you weep alone,
For sad old earth must borrow it’s mirth,
But has trouble enough of it’s own.
Sing,and the hills will answer;
Sigh,it is lost on the air,
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.

Rejoice,and men will seek you;
Grieve, and they will turn and go.
They want full measure of all your pleasure.
But they do not need your woe.
Be gald, your friends are many,
Be sad,and you lose them all.
There are none to decline your nectared wine,
But alone you must drink life’s gall.

Feast,and your halls are crowded,
Fast,and the world goes by.
Succeed and give – and it helps you live,
Ella Wheeler Cox

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Poems for a Funeral Service

Sometimes, when the sun goes down,
It seems it will never rise again…
but it will!
Sometimes, when you feel alone,
It seems your heart will break in two…
but it won’t.
And sometimes, it seems
It’s hardly worthwhile carrying on…
But it is.
For sometimes, when the sun goes down,
It seems it will never rise again,
But it does
Frank Brown

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Poems for a Funeral Service

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