A poem on Dying and Grieving

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A poem on Dying and Grieving

Postby Sighclone » Tue Mar 13, 2012 8:23 am

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 sun 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 circling flight.
I am the soft star-shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.

- Mary Elizabeth Frye, 1932


Powerful nondual messsage -- interesting story in Wikipedia, too.

Andy
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There is not past, no future; everything flows in an eternal present. - James Joyce
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Re: A poem on Dying and Grieving

Postby arel » Tue Mar 13, 2012 5:41 pm

This touched me deeply, thanks. When my grandma died, I felt intensely that she didn't, and was here with me, as me. I would tell this to my mom hoping she would see the beauty of that.
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Re: A poem on Dying and Grieving

Postby smiileyjen101 » Wed Mar 14, 2012 1:16 am

That is a lovely one Andy.
Although sometimes I think to change it to....I am not IN there.

My favourite is this one -

Near a shady wall a rose once grew,
Budded and blossomed in God's free light,
Watered and fed by morning dew,
Shedding its sweetness day and night.
As it grew and blossomed fair and tall,
Slowly rising to loftier height,
It came to a crevice in the wall,
Through which there shone a beam of light.

Onward it crept with added strength,
With never a thought of fear or pride,
It followed the light through the crevice's length,
And unfolded itself on the other side.

The light, the dew, the broadening view
Were found the same as they were before;
And it lost itself in beauties new,
Breathing its fragrance more and more.

Shall claim of death cause us to grieve,
And make our courage faint or fail?

Nay! Let us faith and hope receive:
The rose still grows beyond the wall.

Scattering fragrance far and wide,
Just as it did in days of yore,
Just as it did on the other side,
Just as it will for evermore.

by A. L. Frink
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Re: A poem on Dying and Grieving

Postby snowheight » Thu Mar 15, 2012 1:39 am

On the day that I read this the temperature was in the rarest of mood ... conspiring with the constant humidity bourne of Lake Ontario to give rise to an ultra-mild effect. When I stepped out it had recently showered, with that clean scent about and drops glistening off the leaves, but the sky was mostly sunny.

As I was driving on the freeway north in sight of the foothills I spilled coffee on my shirt from a loose lid. Annoyance appeared for a split second but then the feel of the wind through the open window on the spill mimicked the feel of a cool spring rain.

I opened up the window the whole way and pressed on the gas.

With the air roaring in, feeling the gusty caress of a thousand ancestors through my hair, I stole a glance at the white-cotton clouds in the distance and was treated to one of those ineffable non-dual moments.
Stop talking. Hear every sound as background. Look straight ahead and focus. Take one deep breath. This is you. This is Now.
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Re: A poem on Dying and Grieving

Postby Sighclone » Fri Mar 16, 2012 6:15 am

Very nice Smiiley...thanks!

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Re: A poem on Dying and Grieving

Postby smiileyjen101 » Sat Apr 06, 2013 4:34 am

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 wish so much you wouldn't cry
The way you did today,
While thinking of the many things,
We didn't get to say.

I know how much you love me,
As much as I love you,
And each time you think of me,
I know you'll miss me too;
But when tomorrow starts without me,
Please try to understand,
That an angel came and called my name,
and took me by the hand,
And said my place was ready,
In heaven far above
and that I'd have to leave behind
all those I dearly love.
But as I turned to walk away,
A tear fell from my eye
For all my life, I'd always thought
I didn't want to die.

I had so much to live for,
So much left yet to do,
It seemed almost impossible,
That I was leaving you.

I thought of all the yesterdays,
The good ones and the bad,
The thought of all the love we shared
And all the fun we had.
If I could relive yesterday,
Just even for a while,
I'd say good-bye ad kiss you
And maybe see you smile.

But then I fully realized,
That this could never be,
For emptiness and memories,
Would take the place of me.
And when I thought of worldly things
I might miss come tomorrow,
I thought of you, and when I did
My heart was filled with sorrow.
But when I walked through heaven's gates
I felt so much at home
When god looked down and smiled at me
from his great golden throne,
He said: 'this is eternity,
And all I've promised you.
Today your life on earth is past
But here it starts anew.
I promise... no tomorrow,
But today will always last
And since each day's the same way,
there's no longing for the past.

You have been so faithful
So trusting and so true
Though there were times you did some things
you knew you shouldn't do.
But you have been forgiven
and now at last you're free.
So won't you come and take my hand
and share my life with me?

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.


by David M. Romano 1993
Republished in Proof of Heaven by Eben Alexander MD

(Edited to correct first line...when I first typed this I 'inadvertently' changed/ typed in error.. when tomorrows start without me...
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Re: A poem on Dying and Grieving

Postby Sighclone » Sat Apr 06, 2013 4:56 am

Much Thanks, Smiiley!

I lost a dear friend, aged 96 and body completely wasted, last month. I have read "Proof of Heaven," but forgot that lovely poem. Although it has Christian overtones, of course, it brought a tear to my eye on reading it just now. My friend was a surrogate father, an imperfect but powerful man, a physician and a vigorous outdoorsman. But he had a vulnerable side which he preferred to hide from me...but we all knew it. He could have written that one.

Before he died, he instructed his sole surviving daughter that I should manage his funeral service. Odd, but flattering. Of course, I started that process by asking her what she wanted. We were on the same page. And today I thought of all these artful things to say about her Dad. Instead, I think I will just read a couple of poems.

Thank you again, jen.

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Re: A poem on Dying and Grieving

Postby randomguy » Sat Apr 06, 2013 4:42 pm

Sighclone wrote:I think I will just read a couple of poems.

I think poetry is excellent to hear at a funeral. These are great. Thanks for sharing the poems.
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at the rapid's roar?
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Re: A poem on Dying and Grieving

Postby treasuretheday » Tue Apr 09, 2013 11:42 pm

Frye's poem touched me deeply too, Sighclone. Both my parents died when I was little. This poem brings me comfort and joy!
I have an aging cat I am very bonded to, and a couple of beloved, aging relatives. Their demise and my grieving will occur, more than likely, in the not too distant future. I will keep this poem handy. Thanks for sharing it.

I agree with Randomguy...beautiful poetry like this would be a lovely offering at a funeral service.

I am sorry about the loss of your dear friend. Sounds like he was a very interesting person who made quite an impact on you.
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