Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep Full Of Grace

If you find yourself in the position of planning a loved ones departure, I hope that this list of funeral readings from poems makes your endeavor easier.

Unlike weddings, funerals are seldom planned far in advance.

Many mourners are left to navigate the ordeal alone, having never discussed their loved ones wishes.

Impacted by grief, those who have had these conversations may still feel under-prepared when the time comes.

If you dont feel qualified to plan out every detail of the ceremony, you can make lists of music, readings, flowers, religious scriptures, and other details you think are nice.

This simple action will take a load off your next of kins shoulders whenever your number turns up.

To those of you who have read a lot of poetry about death, or have attended several funerals, many of the readings on this list will be familiar to you.

Just take your time, read through the selections here with your loved ones, and make whatever decision feels right to you.

At That Hour by James Joyce At that hour when all things have repose,O lonely watcher of the skies,Do you hear the night wind and the sighsOf harps playing unto Love to uncloseThe pale gates of sunrise When all things repose, do you aloneAwake to hear the sweet harps playTo Love before him on his way,And the night wind answering in antiphonTill night is overgone Play on, invisible harps, unto Love,Whose way in heaven is aglowAt that hour when soft lights come and go,Soft sweet music in the air aboveAnd in the earth below.

Do not stand at my grave and weep by Mary Elizabeth Frye 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 mornings hush,I am the swift uplifting rushOf 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.

These our actors,As I foretold you, were all spirits andAre melted into air, into thin air:And like the baseless fabric of this vision,The cloud-cappd towers, the gorgeous palaces,The solemn temples, the great globe itself,Yea all which it inherit, shall dissolveAnd, like this insubstantial pageant faded,Leave not a rack behind.

Farewell by Anne Bront Farewell to thee but not farewell To all my fondest thoughts of thee:Within my heart they still shall dwell; And they shall cheer and comfort me.

Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep Full Of Grace

O, beautiful, and full of grace If thou hadst never met mine eye,I had not dreamed a living face Could fancied charms so far outvie.

If I may neer behold again That form and face so dear to me,Nor hear thy voice, still would I fain Preserve, for aye, their memory.

That voice, the magic of whose tone Can wake an echo in my breast,Creating feelings that, alone, Can make my tranced spirit blest.

That laughing eye, whose sunny beam My memory would not cherish less; And oh, that smile whose joyous gleam Nor mortal language can express.

Adieu, but let me cherish, still, The hope with which I cannot part.Contempt may wound, and coldness chill, But still it lingers in my heart.

And who can tell but Heaven, at last, May answer all my thousand prayers,And bid the future pay the past With joy for anguish, smiles for tears 5.

How do you know if you are going to dieI begged my mother.We had been traveling for days.With strange confidence she answered,When you can no longer make a fist.

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