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23rd Psalm – 01

Abide With Me – 67

All Live Again – 230

Afterglow – 27

Always on My Mind (Forever in My Heart) – 47

Always in My Heart – 237

Always in Our Hearts – 40

Angel Wings (copyrighted) – 236

As I Play – 50

Autumn Rain – 26

Ave Maria (Spanish – Hail Mary) – 09

Balloons to Heaven (copyrighted) – 232

Born Asleep – 234

Broken Chain (copyrighted) – 51

Butterfly Poem – 32

Child’s Prayer – 14

Circle Game (copyrighted) – 74

Ecclesiastes 3:1-2 – 042

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 – 02

Eskimo Legend – 82

Espiritu Santo (O Holy Spirit – Spanish) – 572

Every Blade – 46

Excursion Poem – 68

Fire Fighter’s Prayer – 28

A Fisherman’s Prayer – 42

Fisherman’s Prayer – 38

Flander’s Fields – 110

Footprints – 03

Forever Free – 63

For Fathers (copyrighted) – 214

For My Dear Ones (copyrighted) – 213

Fragrant Memories – 48

God’s Garden – 61

Golfer’s Prayer – 39

Hail Mary – 07

Hearts and Hands (copyrighted) – 239

Heaven (copyrighted) – 235

Hope – 75

I Heard Your Voice – 70

I’m Free – 24

Inventory (copyrighted) – 210

Irish Blessing – 45

John 8:12 – 035

John 14:1-3 – 04

The Journey – 100

Juan 8:12 (John 8:12 – Spanish) – 039

Las Huellas (Footprints – Spanish) – 503

Legacy – 49

Little Angels – 23

Little by Little (copyrighted) – 211

Lluvia de Otoño (Autumn Rain – Spanish) – 526

The Lord’s Prayer – 20

Matthew 19:14 – 30

Meadows of Heaven – 65

Miss Me But Let Me Go – 44

No Estas Olvidado (You Are Not Forgotten – Spanish) – 537

Nothing Gold Can Stay – 69

O Holy Spirit – 72

An Old Tractor (copyrighted) – 216

O My Father – 18

Padre Nuestro (Lord’s Prayer – Spanish) – 520

A Part of Us – 54

The Paths We Take (copyrighted) – 81

Peaceful Memories – 43

Poema de Mariposa (Butterfly Poem – Spanish) – 532

A Policeman’s Prayer – 29

Prayer of St. Francis of Assisi – 06

Psalm 36:7

Psalm 92:12 – 40

Psalm 119:105 – 33

Remember Me – 84

Remembrance – 64

Remembrance (copyrighted) – 212

Resplandor (Afterglow – Spanish) – 527

Rose of Sharon – 35

Safely Home – 21

Salmo 23 (23rd Psalm – Spanish) – 10

Seeds You Plant – 73

Serenity Prayer – 22

Shed No Tears – 76

Siempre Recordaremos (We Will Always Remember – Spanish) – 541

Song (copyrighted) – 77

The Song of Life – 80

Soul’s Journey (copyrighted) – 78

Taps – 17

Time (copyrighted) – 231

Virtuous Woman – 34

The Visitor – 79

We Will Always Remember – 41

When I’m Gone – 25

When I Must Leave You (copyrighted) – 08

When You Think of Me (copyrighted) – 238

You Are Not Forgotten – 37

23rd Psalm

The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures; 
He leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul; He leadeth me in the paths
of righteousness for His name’s sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley
of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil;
for Thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff
they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me
in the presence of mine enemies:
Thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all
the days of my life: and I shall dwell
in the house of the Lord forever.

from Abide With Me

Abide with me; fast falls the eventide;
The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide;
When other helpers fail and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, oh, abide with me.
I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless;
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness;
Where is death’s sting? Where, grave, thy victory?
I triumph still, if Thou abide with me.
Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes;
Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies;
Heav’n’s morning breaks, and earth’s vain shadows flee;
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.

Henry F. Lyte

All Live Again

God placed us all upon the Earth,
and all shall die someday.
But death is not the end, my friend,
when loved ones pass away.
Although the loss of one so dear
brings sorrow, tears and pain,
Keep this truth inside your heart,
“Through Christ…
All live again.”

© Ron Tranmer


I’d like the memory of me
to be a happy one.
I’d like to leave an afterglow of smiles
when day is done.
I’d like to leave an echo…
Whispering softly down
the ways of happy times and
laughing times and
bright and sunny days.
I’d like the tears of those
who grieve to dry before the sun
of happy memories
that I leave behind
when day is done.

Always in My Heart

An angel took your hand
and said, “Come follow me.”
How I wish you could have stayed,
but it’s not meant to be.
You wait for me in Heaven
and while we’re far apart,
you’ll be often in my dreams
and “Always in My Heart.”

© Ron Tranmer

Angel’s Wings

On angel’s wings
our loved one flies
with graceful speed
to heaven’s skies.
To God’s embrace
and words,
“Well done.
Welcome home,
My precious one.”

© Ron Tranmer

As I Play (Golfer’s Prayer)

God, as I play through the 18 holes of my life,
I pray each drive is long enough to reach
my goals and straight enough
to keep me out of trouble.

When I feel myself in life’s traps and hazards,
I pray to escape them with no penalty
and to always stay in bounds.
I pray to always play with honor.

And when I putt out on the 18th green,
I pray to have shown integrity and character;
I pray to be worthy of joining Your threesome,
To play forever on Your heavenly course.

Autumn Rain

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

Ave María

Dios te salve, María,
llena eres de gracia,
el Seńor es contigo.
Bendita tú eres entre
todas las mujeres,
y bendito es el fruto
de tu vientre, Jesús.
Santa María,
Madre de Dios, ruega
por nosotros, pecadores,
ahora y en la hora
de nuestra muerte.


Balloons To Heaven

If balloons could sail to heaven
I would send you one each day,
I’d fill it full with notes of love
and watch it fly away.

I’d write the things I wish I’d said
before you had to go,
and tell you that I miss you
more than you could ever know.

I’d thank you for the precious years
we shared on earth together,
and tell you, though you’ve gone,
you’ll be in my heart forever.

If balloons could sail to heaven,
I would fill the sky of blue
with a rainbow of bright colors
to remind you I Love You.

© Ron Tranmer

Born Asleep

We never saw your smile
or the color of your eyes.
We never heard your laughter
and we never heard your cries.
You never felt our kisses
upon your cheek and nose.
Or tickles underneath your chin
and on your little toes.
You didn’t hear, “I Love You”
and you didn’t see us weep,
for your spirit left your body
and you were born asleep.
But there will be a time when
in death our eyes close, too,
and we know when we awake
we’ll be in paradise with you.

© Ron Tranmer

Broken Chain

We little knew that morning
God was going to call your name.
In life we loved you dearly,
in death we do the same.

It broke our hearts to lose you,
you did not go alone;
for part of us went with you
the day God called you home.

You left us peaceful memories,
your love is still our guide,
and though we cannot see you,
you are always by our side.

Our family chain is broken
and nothing seems the same,
but as God calls us one by one,
the chain will link again.

© Ron Tranmer

Butterfly Poem

A butterfly perched on my cheek,
Brought hope that it would stay.
But with a gentle, breathless kiss,
Too soon it flew away.

Child’s Prayer

Now I lay me down to sleep;
I pray Thee, Lord, my soul to keep.
If I should die before I wake,
I pray Thee, Lord,
my soul to take.

Circle Game

Life, like a circle game,
is an end meeting a brand new beginning.
Alpha and omega entwine as one.
The faint remnants of a last “good-bye”
echo in the joyous sounds
of a newborn’s cry.
The circle is infinite,
and begins anew.

© Linda Barber

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

There is a season for everything,
a time for every occupation under heaven.
A time for giving birth,
A time for dying.
A time for planting,
A time for uprooting what has been planted.
A time for killing,
A time for healing;
A time for knocking down,
A time for building.
A time for tears,
A time for laughter;
A time for mourning,
A time for dancing.
A time for throwing stones away,
A time for gathering them up;
A time for embracing,
A time to refrain from embracing.
A time for searching,
A time for losing;
A time for keeping.
A time for throwing away.
A time for tearing,
A time for sewing;
A time for keeping silent,
A time for speaking.
A time for loving,
A time for hating;
A time for war,
A time for peace.

Ecclesiastes 3:1-2 (KJV)

To everything there is a season
and a time for every purpose under the heaven:

A time to be born,
and a time to die;
a time to plant, and
a time to pluck up
that which is planted.

Eskimo Legend

“Perhaps they are not the stars, but rather openings in Heaven, where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy.”

Espiritu Santo

Tú que me lo aclaras todo, que iluminas
todos los caminos para que you alcance mi ideal.
Tú que me das el don Divino de perdonar y olvidar
el mal que me hacen y que en todos los instantes
de mi vida estás conmigo, yo quiero en este corto
diálogo agradecerte por todo y confimar que nunca
quiero separarme la ilusión material.
Desco estar contigo y todos mis seres queridos
en la gloria perpetua.
Gracias por tu misericordia para conmigo
y los míos. Gracias, Dios mío.

Every Blade

Every blade in the field,
Every leaf in the forest
Lays down its life as beautifully
as it was taken up.

Henry David Thoreau

from Excursion Poem

And, when the stream
whick overflowed the soul
was passed away,
A consciousness remained
that it had left,
Deposited upon the silent shore
Of memory, images and
precious thoughts,
That shall not die,
and cannot be destroyed.

William Wordsworth

A Fire Fighter’s Prayer

When I am called to duty, God,
whenever flames may rage;
give me strength to save some life,
whatever be its age.
Help me embrace a little child
before it is too late;
or save an older person
from the horror of that fate.
I want to fill my calling
and to give the best in me;
to guard my every neighbor
and protect his property.
And if, according to my fate,
I am to lose my life; please bless
with your protecting hand
my children and my wife.

(A) Fisherman’s Prayer

God grant that I may
Live to fish for another
Shining day,
But when my final cast
Is made I then most
Humbly pray,
When nestled in your
Landing net as I lay
Peacefully asleep,
You’ll smile at me
And judge that I am
Good enough to keep.

Flander’s Fields

In Flander’s fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly,
Scare heard amid the guns below.


One night a man had a dream. He dreamed he was walking along the beach with the Lord. Across the sky flashed scenes from his life. For each scene, he noticed two sets of footprints in the sand: one belonging to him, and the other to the Lord. When the last scene of his life flashed before him, he looked back at the footprints in the sand. He noticed that many times along the path of his life there was only one set of footprints. He also noticed that it happened at the very lowest and saddest times in his life.
This really bothered him and he questioned the Lord about it. “Lord, you said that once I decided to follow you, you’d walk with me all the way. But I have noticed that during the most troublesome times in my life, there is only one set of footprints. I don’t understand why when I needed you most you would leave me.”
The Lord replied, “My son, My precious child, I love you, and I would never leave you. During your times of trial and suffering, when you see only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you.”

Author unknown

Forever Free

Galloping through fields of dreams,
Forever free.

For Fathers

Fathers who are gentle
Fathers who are stern
Fathers full of laughter,
Fathers just concerned.
Fathers who are heroes,
Fathers who support,
Through their children’s turmoil
For ship in storm, a port.

Fathers who’ve been proud of us,
Strengthening esteem,
We are grateful for your love –
For being on our team!
Lastly, those still near to us
Or fathers, far away.
Fathers we have loved and lost;
We send our prayers today.

© Isolde “Izzy” Hunter

For My Dear Ones

Do not be sad when reading this
For you have brought me joy on earth.
My life was full and I’ve been blessed:
To know your love gave my life worth.
I left when death knocked on my door,
Yet, my soul knew—I’m just not through.
I’ll love you all, forevermore;
Eternity, I pledge, to you.

May you have long and happy life,
I wish you freedom from despair,
But if encountering some strife,
Just call His name; we’ll both be there!
He knows your grief, so still your mind,
And think of Him in your dark hour.
I’ll feel your heart and He shall find
A way to reach you…and empower.

© Isolde “Izzy” Hunter

Fragrant Memories

Flowers may fade but
fragrant memories remain.

Golfer’s Prayer

For all the times I have
swung a club.
For the many friends
and the game I love.
For the patience I have
found in sand or rough.
For the excitement of
making shots thought tough.
For success is not measured
by holes in one,
But by the times that are
shared when you are
having fun.
Lord would you grant
me one last request,
To play you a round of
the game I love best.

God’s Garden

God looked around his garden,
and found an empty space.
He then looked down upon the earth,
and saw your tired face.
He put his arms around you,
and lifted you to rest;
God’s garden must be beautiful…
He only takes the best.
He knew that you were suffering,
He knew you were in pain;
He knew that you would never
be well on earth again.
He saw the road was getting rough,
and the hills were hard to climb.
So he closed your weary eyelids,
and whispered, “Peace be thine.”
It broke our hearts to lose you,
but you didn’t go alone,
for a part of us went with you,
the day God called you home.

Hail Mary

Hail Mary, full of grace,
the Lord is with thee,
blessed are thou among
women, and blessed is the
fruit of thy womb, Jesus.
Hail Mary, Mother of God,
pray for us sinners, now
and at the hour
of our death.

Hearts and Hands

In their work of serving others,
the Caregiver understands,
The Heart plays a part
as important as their Hands.

Hands, trained and ready
to comfort, cure and heal.
Hearts filled with compassion
and love, sincere and real.

With true and heartfelt gratitude
we give our love and praise
for the many lives they touch
through kind and caring ways.

When called in turn, one by one,
to heavens home above, how
greatly they’ll be blessed for having
Hearts and Hands of Love!

© Ron Tranmer


Heaven is a beautiful place
that glows beyond compare.
The lights of those
who’ve left us are all
brightly shining there.

© Ron Tranmer


Hope for the sunshine tomorrow,
after the rain is gone.

I Heard Your Voice…

I heard your voice in the wind today
and I turned to see your face;
The warmth of the wind caressed me
as I stood silently in place.
I felt your touch in the sun today
as its warmth filled the sky;
I closed my eyes for your embrace
and my spirit soared high.
I saw your eyes in the window pane
as I watched the falling rain;
It seemed as each raindrop fell
it quietly said your name.
I held you close in my heart today,
it made me feel complete;
You may have died…but you are not gone.
You will always be a part of me.
As long as the sun shines…
the wind blows…the rain falls…
You will live on inside of me forever,
for that is all my heart knows.

I’m Free

Don’t grieve for me, for now I’m free
I’m following the path God laid for me.
I took His hand when I heard Him call
I turned my back and left it all.

I could not stay another day
To laugh, to love, to work or play.
Tasks left undone must stay that way.
I found that place at the close of day.

If my passing has left a void
Then fill it with remembered joy.
A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss.
Ah yes, these things, I too, will miss.

Be not burdened with times of sorrow.
I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow.
My life’s been full, I savored much
Good friends, good times, a loved one’s touch.

Perhaps my time seemed all too brief;
Don’t lengthen it now with undue grief.
Lift up your heart and share with me
God wanted me now, He set me free.

Author unknown


Lives we read about in books
Appear extraordinary.
Each of us may view our own,
As failed…or ordinary.
As sun inhaling ocean’s dew
Makes clouds release the rain;
So many souls one life imbues
With hope, or love—or pain.

Do NOT believe your history
To be inconsequential.
On scales of others’ lives you’ve touched,
You weight may be substantial.
Examine all those years you’ve spent;
Then take an inventory.
It may inspire you to repent,
Or dance in shining glory.

Either way, we’ll find today
To be no longer frightened
Of facing the inevitable;
We’ll feel ourselves enlightened.
Let’s grab the moments left to us,
Wiped clean of hate or grief.
Reward ourselves, with love of life!
And fresh, renewed Belief.

© Isolde “Izzy” Hunter

Irish Blessing

May the road rise to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face.
The rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again, may God hold you
in the hollow of His hand.

Author unknown

John 8:12

I am the Light of the World.
Whoever follows Me will not walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.

John 14:1-3

Let not your heart be troubled;
believe in God, believe also in me.
In my Father’s house are many mansions;
if it were not so, I would have told you.
I go to prepare a place for you.
And if I go and prepare a place for you
I will come again, and receive you
unto myself; that where I am
there you may be also.

Juan 8:12

Yo soy la luz del mundo.
El que me sigue no andará en tinieblas,
sino que tendrá la luz de la vida.

Las Huellas (Footprints in Spanish)

Una noche un hombre soñó que caminaba por la playa en compañia del Señor. Por su mente pasaban escenas de su vida y en cada escena veía sus huellas y las del Señor sobre la arena.

Cuando la última escena de su vida pasó ante el, miró a las huellas y se dió cuenta que, durante su vida, muchas veces vió unas huellas solamente; esto sucedió siempre cuando se encontraba solo y triste.

Perturbado por ésto le preguntó al Señor; “Señor mío cuando decidí seguirte tú me prometiste estar siempre a mi lado, pero he notado que cuando me encuentro agobiado por los pesares de la vida he visto mis huellas solamete. Por qué me abandonáste cuando más te necesitaba?

El le contestó: “Hijo mío mi querido hijo, sabes que te quiero y que nunca te aban- dono. Durante tus angustias y sufrimientos, las huellas que has visto fueron mías porque te llevaba en mis brazos.”


The legacy of heroes
is the memory of a
great name and the
inheritance of a great example.

Benjamin Disraeli

Little Angels

When God calls little children
to dwell with Him above,
we mortals sometime question
the wisdom of His love.

For no heartache compares
with the death of one small child
who does so much to make
our world seem wonderful and mild.

Perhaps God tires of calling
the aged to His fold,
so He picks a rosebud
before it can grow old.

God knows how much we need them,
and so He takes but few
to make the land of Heaven
more beautiful to view.

Believing this is difficult
still somehow we must try,
the saddest word mankind knows
will always be “Goodbye.”

So when a little child departs,
we who are left behind
must realize God loves children,
angels are hard to find

Little by Little

Little by little, all things shall transform
Simply by way of the days spent on earth.
Our minds evolve, we learn to reform,
Subtly molded into a rebirth.
Little by little, each droplet on stone
Splinters hard rocks to a fine-sugar shore.
We travel life’s path, truth at last becomes known;
Little by little, each soul becomes more.

© Isolde “Izzy” Hunter

Lluvia de Otoño

No te poses ante mi tumba y llores;
Yo no estoy alli, Yo no duermo.
Yo soy mil vientos que soplan,
Yo soy el brillo del diamante sobre la nieve.
Yo soy la luz del sol sobre granos maduros.
Yo soy la sutil lluvia de otoño.
Cuando despiertas en el silencio de la mañana,
Yo soy el raudo impetu del levantamiento
de silenciosos pájaros en tortuosa desbandada.
Yo soy las tenues estrellas que brillan en la noche.
No te poses ante mi tumba y llores;
yo no estoy alli. Yo no he muerto.

The Lord’s Prayer

Our Father,
who art in heaven,
hallowed be thy name.
Thy kingdom come,
thy will be done on earth
as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread.
And forgive us our trespasses,
as we forgive those who trespass
against us.
And lead us not into temptation
but deliver us from evil.
For thine is the kingdom, and
the power, and the glory, forever.


Matthew 19:14 (NIV)

Jesus said,
“Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.”

Meadows of Heaven

Silently, one by one,
in the infinite meadows
of Heaven,
Blossom the lovely stars,
the forget-me-nots
of the angels.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Miss Me But Let Me Go

When I come to the end of the road,
and the sun has set for me,
Do not shed tears my family and friends,
why cry for a soul set free?

Miss me a little–but not too long,
and not with your head bowed low,
remember the love that we once shared.
Miss me but let me go.

For this is a journey we all must take,
and each must go alone.
It’s all a part of the Master’s plan,
a step on the road to home.

When you are lonely and sick of heart,
go to the friends we know.
Bury your sorrows in doing good deeds.
Miss me, but let me go.

No Estas Olvidado

No te olvidamos, ser amado,
y nunca te olvidaremos; mientras haya vida
y memoria, te recordaremos.
Nos duele el corazón
de tanto echarte de menos.
Con el paso del tiempo,
más te extrañaremos.
Tu dulce sonrisa,
tu tierna carita nadie podrá ocupar
el espacio que dejaste.

An Old Tractor

Somewhere in a grassy field
warmed by noonday’s sun,
sits a rusty tractor that
no longer wants to run.

One that used to till and plow.
Plant grain, corn, and such—
for the farmer who worked the
fertile land he loved so much.

God bless every farmer,
and every farmer’s wife
who puts the food on tables
that sustain all human life.

Somewhere up in heaven,
free from sweat and pain,
are farmers, well and happy,
plowing fields of golden grain.

©2020 Ron Tranmer

O My Father

O my Father, thou that dwellest
In the high and glorious place,
When shall I regain thy presence
And again behold thy face?
In thy holy habitation,
Did my spirit once reside?
In my first primeval childhood
Was I nurtured near thy side?

For a wise and glorious purpose
Thou hast placed me here on earth
And withheld the recollection
Of my former friends and birth;
Yet ofttimes a secret something
Whispered, “You’re a stranger here,”
And I felt that I had wandered
From a more exalted sphere.

I had learned to call thee Father,
Thru thy Spirit from on high,
But, until the key of knowledge
Was restored, I knew not why.
In the heav’ns are parents single?
No, the thought makes reason stare!
Truth is reason; truth eternal
Tells me I’ve a mother there.

When I leave this frail existence,
When I lay this mortal by,
Father, Mother, may I meet you
In your royal courts on high?
Then, at length, when I’ve completed
All you sent me forth to do,
With your mutual approbation
Let me come and dwell with you.

Eliza R. Snow

Padre Nuestro (Lord’s Prayer in Spanish)

Padre nuestro que estás
en los cielos,
santificado sea tu nombre.
Venga tu reino.
Hágase tu voluntad,
como en el cielo,
así también en la tierra.
El pan nuestro de cada día,
dánoslo hoy. Y perdónanos
nuestras deudas, como también
nosotros perdonamos
a nuestros deudores.
Y no nos metas en tentación,
mas líbranos del mal;
porque tuyo es el
reino,y el poder,
y la gloria,
por todos los siglos.


A Part of Us

When you are faced
with great sorrow,
remember to look within
your own heart.
In life, all that we
love dearly will remain
a part of us forever and
live on in our hearts.

The Paths We Take

Throughout life we travel
paths that cross, merge, and separate.
Each trail points us in a new direction
and leads to a distant horizon.
Not all paths are straight,
but coming around each curve
we see a fantastic vista—
one more beautiful than the last.
We’re blessed our paths
converged with yours; thankful
that you walked with us for a while.
We’ll meet up with you again,
beloved companion on life’s journey.

© Desiree Ultican

Peaceful Memories

You left us
peaceful memories,
your love is still
our guide,
and though we
cannot see you,
you are always
by our side.

Poema de Mariposa (Butterfly Poem in Spanish)

Una mariposa
se posó en mi mejilla
Me trajo esperanza
de que se quedaría.
Pero con un beso tierno,
ni respirando,
demasiado pronto
se fué volando.

A Policeman’s Prayer

Lord, I ask for courage:
courage to face and
conquer my own fears;
courage to take me where
others will not go.
I ask for strength:
strength of body to protect
others; strength of spirit
to lead others.

I ask for dedication:
dedication to my job to
do it well; dedication
to my community to keep it safe.
Give me, Lord, concern:
concern for all those who
entrust me; and compassion
for those who need me;
and please, Lord, through
it all be at my side.

Prayer of St. Francis of Assisi

Lord make me an instrument
of Your peace;
Where there is hatred,
let me sow love;
Where there is injury, pardon;
Where there is doubt, faith;
Where there is despair, hope;
Where there is darkness, light;
And where there is sadness, joy.
O Divine Master, grant that
I may not so much seek
to be consoled as to console;
To be understood as to understand;
To be loved, as to love;
For it is in giving that we receive;
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
And it is in dying that
we are born to eternal life.

Psalm 36:7

How precious is Your lovingkindness,
O God! Therefore the children of men
put their trust under
the shadow of your wings.

Psalm 92:12

The Righteous shall flourish like a palm tree,
He shall grow like a cedar in Lebanon.

Psalm 119:105

Thy Word is a lamp unto my feet,
and a light unto my path.

Remember Me

Remember me with love in your heart—
your memories are like
gentle raindrops falling on
a perfect garden in full bloom.

Live as the flowers live…
and open your heart
to the sunlight of God’s love.

Remembrance (64)

To live, to love, and then to part;
Our loved ones live on in our hearts.
In each day there’s change for joy.
Our memories time cannot destroy.
Remembrance, like a poppy, grows;
To have, to hold, and not let go.

Remembrance (212)

It’s odd, my atoms now have rearranged
Themselves upon the air and shifting earth,
My body’s gone—remaining lives are changed,
But love I’ve left behind, shall still have worth.

My essence there remains, if still remembered
By living souls, who’ll verbalize my deeds.
When passed along, (in loving spirit rendered),
I’ll live again, implanting renewed seeds.

Oh, how I hope my memory’s kept alive!
But not with sadness for a loss—instead
Those joyful times we laughed may still survive,
And you will know: my soul shall not be dead.

© Isolde “Izzy” Hunter

Resplandor (Afterglow in Spanish)

Me gustaría que el recuerdo mío sea felíz. 
Me gustaría dejar un
resplandor de sonrizas al final del día. 
Me gustaría dejar un eco…
susurrando suavemente por el camino
de los tiempos alegres y tiempos de risas
y días brilliantes y llenos de sol.
Me gustaría que las lágrimas 
de los que lloran se sequen
ante el sol de los recuerdos felices
que dejo atrás al final del día.

Rose of Sharon

And He was called
the Rose of Sharon
This son, God gave us all
And life like a rose,
starts just a bud
And toward its end,
the petals fall.

Safely Home

I am home in heaven, dear ones.
Oh, so happy and so bright!
There is a perfect joy and beauty
in the everlasting light.
All the pain and grief is over,
every restless tossing passed;
I am now at peace forever,
safely home in heaven at last.
There is work still waiting for you,
so you must not idly stand,
do it now, while life remaineth—
You shall rest in God’s own land.
When that work is all completed.
He will gently call you Home;
Oh, the rapture of that meeting.
Oh, the joy to see you come!

Salmo 23 (23rd Psalm in Spanish)

El Señor es mi pastor, 
nada me falta, en verdes pastos
él me hace reposar y adonde
brota agua fresca me conduce.
Fortalece mi alma,
por el camino del bueno me
dirige por amor de su nombre.
Aunque pase por quebradas
muy oscuras no tengo ningún mal,
porque tú estás conmigo,
tu bastón y tu vara
me protegen.
Me sirves a la mesa frente
a mis adversarios, con aceites
tú perfumas mi cabeza y
rellenas mi copa.
Me acompaña tu bondad y tu
favor mientras dura mi vida,
mi mansión será la casa
del Señor por largo,
largo tiempo.

Seeds You Plant

Don’t judge each day
by the harvest you reap,
but by the seeds you plant.

Serenity Prayer

God grant me the serenity
to accept the things
I cannot change,
the courage to change
the things I can, and
the wisdom to know
the difference.

Shed No Tears

Shed no tears for
I need them not.
All I need is your smile.
When you live in the
hearts of those you love,
remember then…
you never die.

Rabindranath Tagore


The greatest gift we can give our loved ones is not the sadness we feel with their passing, but the joy we take in having known them. As with a lost musician, we can never again sit with them as they play, but we can remember them and how they taught us to appreciate the song of life. We can pass along the magic of the message, once we master the right chords.

© Justin Volker

The Song of Life

In the presence of death, 
we must continue to sing the song of life.
Out of our sorrows should come understanding.
Though we grieve the deaths of our loved ones,
we accept them and hold on
to our memories as precious gifts.
Let us make the best of our loved ones
while they are with us, and
let us not bury our love with death.


Soul’s Journey

As a soul embarks on its journey,
life’s bright moments flash
clearly into focus.
The clearest image is love,
reflected in the eyes
of family and friends.
And then, the spirit takes flight.

© Linda Barber

Taps (1)

Day is done, gone the sun,
from the hills, from the sky,
All is well, safely rest,
safely rest, all is well.

Fading light dims the sight,
and a star gems the sky,
Gleaming bright from afar,
drawing nigh, falls the night.
Dear one, rest!

Taps (2)

Day is done, gone the sun,
from the lake, from the hill, from the sky.
All is well, safely rest.
God is nigh.
Thanks and praise
for our days.
‘neath the sun,
‘neath the stars,
‘neath the sky.
As we go,
this we know,
God is nigh.


They say time mends
a broken heart.
If true, time is my friend,
for time will bring me
back into your
loving arms again.

© Ron Tranmer

Praise of a Virtuous Woman

Who can find a virtuous woman?
For her price is far above rubies.

Strength and honor are her clothing;
and she shall rejoice in time to come.

Her children rise up, and call her blessed;
her husband also, and he praiseth her.

A woman that feareth the Lord
shall be praised.

Give her the fruit of her hands;
and let her own works praise her in the gates.

Proverbs 31

The Visitor

It is believed that a cardinal
represents a loved one who has passed.
When you need them or miss them the most,
your dear ones will pay you a visit.

A cardinal will visit at times
of celebration as well as despair—
letting you know that
they are always with you.

When I’m Gone

When I come to the end of my journey
And I traveled my last weary mile,
Just forget if you can, that I ever frowned
And only remember the smile.

Forget unkind words I have spoken;
Remember some good I have done.
Forget that I ever had heartache
And remember I’ve had loads of fun.

Forget that I’ve stumbled and blundered
And sometimes fell by the way.
Remember I have fought some hard battles
And won, ere the close of the day.

Then forget to grieve for my going,
I would not have you sad for a day,
But in summer just gather some flowers
And remember the place where I lay,

And come in the shade of evening
When the sun paints the sky in the west.
Stand for a few moments beside me
And remember only my best.

When I Must Leave You

When I must leave you
for a little while
Please do not grieve and
shed wild tears
And hug your sorrow to you
through the years
But start out bravely with
a gallant smile;
And for my sake and in my name
Live on and do all things the same.
Feed not your loneliness
on empty days,
But fill each waking hour
in useful ways,
Reach out your hand in comfort
and in cheer
And I in turn will comfort you
and hold you near;
And never, never be
afraid to die,
For I am waiting for
you in the sky!

Helen Steiner Rice
© 1965 Helen Steiner Rice Foundation, LLC

When You Think of Me

Let it be, when you think of me,
you think not of the dead.
But know that I am living,
and in paradise instead.
I have left my mortal body.
My earthly trial is done.
My spirit soul has risen
and eternal life is won.
My love for you lives on.
And forevermore will be.
So think of one who waits for you…
Whenever you think of me.

© Ron Tranmer

You Are Not Forgotten

You are not forgotten, loved one.
Nor will you ever be,
as long as life and memory last,
We will remember thee.

We miss you now,
our hearts are sore.
As time goes by,
we’ll miss you more.
Your loving smile,
your gentle face,
no one can fill
your vacant space.