Meditations

Jan 25, 2008

To My Undead

Written by Olufisayo Gali

to my undead
those left behind by the shadows
a kiss from the grave
to wipe your subtle tears
a rose by your bed side
to comfort you at night
you are still my beloved
tears do not wash away the pain
but they soothe it
wailing does not stop the agony
but it comforts it
take heart my love
i depart from you not in vain
i wish a way to kill the sorrow
that although i live in your memory
i bring you not pain but joy
for your pain is my pain
i cannot rest while you cry
so smile a while my love
that i may see you
that death may make meaning to me
and i can once again be your bringer of joy
and not your provider of sorrow

Copyright © 2001 by Olufisayo Gali. All rights reserved

Special thank you to Grief Loss and Recovery for permission to use this work.

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Jan 18, 2008

It’s Ok

Written by Sam

i know it’s hard when you can’t see his face
but don’t you worry, he’s in a better place
i know you miss him, he misses you too
but you have to move on, it’s what you have to do
tell yourself you’ll be alright and a prayer for him at night
he’ll always be there looking over you
even when you’re sad or blue
i promise you, you’ll be okay, just think about another day
a day when you will be with him and the world will not be quite so dim.

Copyright © 2002 Sam. All rights reserved.

Special thank you to Grief Loss and Recovery for permission to use this work.

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Jan 11, 2008

These Long Years

Written by Brenda Penepent, LPN

One day, then another,
Each day marches by.
Some moving slowly,
Others seem to fly.
A cup full of blessings
And a basket of tears,
Measure the passage
Of these long years.
Until you were gone
My eyes could not see
Exactly how much
You meant to me.

About the author: Brenda Penepent, LPN, Executive Director of Healing Heart For Bereaved Parents, Russellville, Arkansas Chapter.

Special thank you to Grief Loss and Recovery for permission to use this work.

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Jan 4, 2008

On That Day

by Jennifer Bentley

On that day,
our nightmares
came true.

As we held our breath and listened,
we watched as the world stopped and time stood still.

On that day,
we lost loved ones
and clung to our families.

Our faith was questioned.
Some passed while
others failed.

On that day,
we gained heroes
and amongst the smoke,
we came together.

We opened our eyes
and saw the best
in ourselves.

We have only
grown stronger.
We have dried our tears and lived
our lives.

But we will never
forget that
devastating day.

Copyright © 2002 Jennifer Bentley. All rights reserved.

Special thank you to Grief Loss and Recovery for permission to use this work.

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Dec. 28, 2007

Matt’s Poem

I never got a chance to say goodbye.
Before God gave you wings and you learned how to fly.

I don’t know how I’ll get over you, I’m not even sure if I will.
No words could describe all the pain and sorrow i feel.

You used to make me laugh until I had tears in my eyes.
Now I only know sadness, and there is no laughter in my life.

I count the weeks since you went away.
Still not sure what to do or say.

Your memory will not let me forget, it just will not leave.
I think of you all day, and at night you’re in my dreams.

One day I’ll be able to say goodbye and let you go.
But when that day will arrive, I do not even know.

Friends say I should get over it and try to move on.
But how can I do that when I still don’t believe you’re really
gone.

I’ll never forget you, my dear friend, and I’ll love forever.
I long for a day when we can once again laugh together.

Copyright © 2002 Christi Beam. All rights reserved.

Special thank you to Grief Loss and Recovery for permission to use this work.

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Dec. 21, 2007

New Day

I cannot feel the pain you bear,
Nor the emptiness that comes with losing someone dear,
I do not know how many times you have wept,
How many dreamless nights you have slept,
I see, though, that you are in mourning,
Of a cherished soul that left before the day’s dawning,
My dear heart, I weep too,
In my prayers, I place you.
He hasn’t fully passed away,
Believe me, he’s with you everyday,
As long as he’s your treasured stone,
His love will comfort you when in pain you groan,
He takes every step you take,
Though his reflection may not appear on the face of a lake,
Like true soul mates you are,
He’ll be your guiding star.
Don’t you worry, he didn’t sleep alone,
The angels were there to guard their own,
That is why you should smile,
With your fate, you should reconcile,
Maybe his departure is a sign,
Maybe he is your passing angel, your future vine,
Bleed no more, you will be blessed,
You will be seen through this difficult test.

Copyright © Chi-Chi Phiona Osai. All rights reserved.

Special thank you to Grief Loss and Recovery for permission to use this work.

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Dec. 14, 2007

Billy

I didn’t choose you for myself
God did that you see
He knew what he was doing
it was our destiny

He gave us strength to rise above
the limites we endured
and gave us truth of spirit
that we were assured

In His greatest wisdom
He knew that we would see
the strength in unconditional love
that expands eternity

If time were to be measured
the years we had were few
but I think God for all of them
and a brother such as you.

Copyright © Judy Gagnon. All rights reserved.

Special thank you to Grief Loss and Recovery for permission to use this work.

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Dec. 7, 2007

Other People’s Grief

Written by Emily Spitler This is not my grief.
Not my loss that fills the room and
brought all of these strangers together.
Not my sadness that swells
and crescendos and speaks
through the eyes of the affected.
I am silent, muted, powerless
in the face of so strong a sorrow
that I only share a second hand
and cannot really comprehend. My meager words
would be paltry, my
presence seems a defamation, so I hide my
face and turn away from other people’s grief.

Copyright © Emily Spitler. All rights reserved.

Special thank you to Grief Loss and Recovery for permission to use this work.

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Nov. 30, 2007

Hope & Healing

Written by Sherry Nixon

H ope and healing for a brighter tomorrow
O vercoming pain and conquering sorrow
P raying to our Father for comfort and peace
E ducating one another, that our fears might cease
A ssurance that you will never walk alone
N eeds being met, as close as the phone
D eveloping an alliance for battles to come
H umbly giving our best to honor the Son
E mbracing the precious gift of each day anew
A ppreciating blessings we were once blind to
L iving for the moment, loving all we can
I magining our role in God’s perfect plan
N ever underestimating the power of the soul
G iving it to God, for He is in control

Copyright © Sherry Nixon. All rights reserved.

Special thank you to Grief Loss and Recovery for permission to use this work.

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Nov. 23, 2007

New Day

I cannot feel the pain you bear,
Nor the emptiness that comes with losing someone dear,
I do not know how many times you have wept,
How many dreamless nights you have slept,
I see, though, that you are in mourning,
Of a cherished soul that left before the day’s dawning,
My dear heart, I weep too,In my prayers,
I place you.

He hasn’t fully passed away,
Believe me, he’s with you everyday,
As long as he’s your treasured stone,
His love will comfort you when in pain you groan,
He takes every step you take,
Though his reflection may not appear on the face of a lake,
Like true soul mates you are,
He’ll be your guiding star.

Don’t you worry,
he didn’t sleep alone,
The angels were there to guard their own,
That is why you should smile,
With your fate,
you should reconcile,
Maybe his departure is a sign,
Maybe he is your passing angel,
your future vine,
Bleed no more, you will be blessed,
You will be seen through this difficult test.

Copyright © by Chi-Chi Phiona Osai. All rights reserved.

Special thank you to Grief Loss and Recovery for permission to use this work.

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Nov. 16, 2007 I Wish You Were Here

Written by Angela Salyer

Although from Earth, our loved ones are gone
They live in our hearts as time goes on
God truly blessed us with the time that we had
Though their departure leaves us very sad
“Time heals all wounds”

We’ve heard it before
A broken heart gradually begins again to soar
God works miracles in His time, not ours
Not by our wishes, but by faith and prayers

By each person he claimed, we were given a gift
Wonderful memories for our spirits to lift
Reunions and Christmas, and simple every day fun
To carry with us always, until our work here is done

Thank God for Kodak, for video and audio-tapes
And for the time together that this family takes
The message is clear from those who have started life anew
“We’re waiting in Heaven for each and every one of you”

Each one would say “Don’t cry for me dear”
“This place is wonderful, I wish you were here”

Copyright © 2001 Angela Salyer.

All rights reserved. Special thank you to Grief Loss and Recovery for permission to use this work.

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Nov. 9, 2007

The Ultimate Healing

Don’t weep for me for I am not gone
I’ve simply moved to a brand new home
My trials are over, I’ve received my reward
I have life eternal with Christ our Lord

There’s no more pain, no darkness in sight
Just a land of beauty and eternal light
I’m with friends and family catching up on the news
Who arrived before me and have paid their dues

There’s life in Heaven like Earth has never seen
No Tee Times, no cart Fees, a Course evergreen
No rain, sleet or snow to dampen the sod
And can you imagine teeing it up with God!

Friends & family please join me when your tour on earth is done
And sit at the Master’s table when your race you’ve won
It’s an awesome rebirth, an unprecedented feeling
Eternal Life with Jesus, it’s the ultimate healing

Copyright © 2001 Sherry Nixon. All rights reserved.

Special thank you to Grief Loss and Recovery for permission to use this work.

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Nov. 2, 2007

An Angel is Forming

Written by Emily Amero

When I see your face, I can’t stop crying
If I said I was okay, I’d be lying
I look at you now and wonder what went wrong
I know you don’t have all that long
As hard as it will be, you’ll be happier up there
You have earned all your feathers to get up in the air
My time with you has been a lot of fun
But now I realize it is all done
I couldn’t change this no matter how hard I tried
One day you will move away and be with family
In your bed you would have died
Be happy then and put all bad thoughts aside.

About the author: Emily is 13 years old and after seeing her Grandpa in palliative care needed to write this song.

Copyright: November 18, 2002 Emily Amero

Special thank you to Grief Loss and Recovery for permission to use this work.

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Oct. 26, 2007

My World Was Changed

Written by Amanda Woodruff Dark skies everywhere you look.

Clouds of smoke
Fill the air.
I watch every second of my world change.
I see people’s lives coming to an end.
I wonder why it is happening to us.
What have we done to deserve this?
I watch the planes go inside the building.

See the faces of my classmatesAs they watch with me
I’m getting worried.Is this the end?
Will I see my family again?
What about the families of the ones that died?
I’m getting real scared now.
Two planes crashed
Now three, and now another one.

I need someone to hold me and tell me everything is just fine
I sit here, crying inside not knowing what’s going to happen next.
It’s been around a year since this has happen.
I listen to that song Where were you when the world stop turning.
I know where I was then
I was in class, scared, worried about everything.
But now I know I’m fine.
The policemen and women and the fire fighters helped save a lot
Of lives that day.

We will remember that day for a very long time.
Sept. 11, 2001

Copyright © 2002 Amanda Woodruff. All rights reserved.

Special thank you to Grief Loss and Recovery for permission to use this work.

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Oct. 19, 2007

A Tribute to a Hero

Mornings come
And evenings go
We lost a hero 8 months ago

Every night I’d watch the news,
But I never thought my brother
would be the next for our country to lose

A political war, a nation’s hate
And you defending your country
Brought upon your terrible fate

In this fight for peace there are no winners
And while we kill off each other
We are all to blame—we are all sinners

More boys are still dying
And so many families are left crying
The flame of your memory will never go out
I think of you while I try to understand what this war’s all about

I can’t help but think that there’s more I could’ve done
And all I have left are memories of laughter and fun

Don’t ever think that I have forgot
It shall stay with me forever
That day you were shot

So with all my love I bid my goodbye
Till we meet again up above in the sky

Mornings still come,
And evenings still go
When I lost my dear brother 8 months ago

Copyright © 2002 Danielle.All rights reserved.

About the author: Danielle (bunnydani) I’m 17 years old. I was born in South Africa and moved to Israel 4 years ago. My brother, Steven was killed while serving in the Israeli army. Special thank you to Grief Loss and Recovery for permission to use this work.

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Oct. 12, 2007

Paradise On Earth

My mother is free at last from years of pain.
My only wish is that she had not suffered as she did,
Rivers of tears were streaming down her face,
Teeth clenched with sorrow and pain.
At least I know, Mum, you didn’t leave this world alone

As I was by your side and watched you go to sleep.
Rest now, build your strength and awaken in the new system
You are free at last to see the paradise, you so dreamed of,
Free at last to awaken in a land called Paradise on Earth.

Her memories will not be lost.
Mum will never be forgotten
Today, tomorrow her time will come.

Copyright © 2002 By Susie Martin. All rights reserved

Special thank you to Grief Loss and Recovery for permission to use this work.

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Oct. 5, 2007

When A Loved One Dies

Friday, 02 June 2006
Poetry is the process
of cleansing my wound,
the tweezers
for removing
grains of sandinbedded in my skin.

Poetry is antiseptic
painfully applied
before the wound festers
salve rubbed in
fear of infection.

Poetry is the stiching clamp
held between my teeth,
the pain killer
so I can sleep.

Poetry is acceptance
of future scars,
and aches on foggy nights.

Poetry is a way of surviving
when a loved one dies.

About the author: Some Words Have Wings, Poetry and Other Words, Guild Press, P.O. Box 22583, Robbinsdale, MN 55422.

Reprinted with permission. Copyright © 1985 by Leon Knight. All rights reserved.

Special thank you to Grief Loss and Recovery for permission to use this work.

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