On Letting Go
The Process of Grieving
Work through the denial that hides the anger.
Work through the anger that hides the hurt.
Work through the hurt that hides the loneliness.
Work through the loss and loneliness that hides the lack of self worth.
Work through the lack of self worth that hides the total confusion.
Work through the total confusion that hides our unwillingness to give up our own control and our unwillingness to surrender our lives to a Higher Power.
For Those I Love and Those Who Love Me
When I am gone, release me, let me go.
I have so many things to see and do.
You mustn’t tie yourself to me with tears;
Be happy that we had so many years.
I have you my love. You can only guess
How much you gave me happiness.
I thank you for the love you all have shown,
But now it’s time I travelled on alone.
Grieve a while for me, if grieve you must,
Then let your grief be comforted by trust.
It’s only for a while that we must part,
So bless the memories within your heart.
I won’t be far away, for life goes on;
So if you need me, call and I will come.
Though you can’t see or touch me, I’ll be near
And if you listen with your heart, you’ll hear
All of my love around you, soft and clear.
And then, when you must come this way alone,
I’ll greet you with a smile and “Welcome Home.”
Miss Me … But Let Me Go
When I come to the end of the road
And the sun has set for me
I want no rite in a gloom filled room
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 that 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
And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds.
Miss Me … But Let Me Go.
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 gentle autumn rain,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
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.
So do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die.
Words to Consider
“What the caterpillar calls the end of the world,
the master calls a butterfly.” Richard Back
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.
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 ever near
And never, never
Be afraid to die,
For I am waiting for you in the sky!
How Great The Yield From A Fertile Field
The farmer ploughs through the fields of green
And the blade of the plough is sharp and keen,
But the seed must be sown to bring forth grain,
For nothing is born without suffering and pain.
And God never ploughs in the soul of man
Without intention and purpose and plan,
So whenever you feel the plough’s sharp blade
Let not your heart be sorely afraid
For, like the farmer God chooses a field
From which He expects an excellent yield
So rejoice though your heart is broken in two
God seeks to bring forth a rich harvest in you.
After A While
After a while you learn
the subtle difference
between holding a hand
and chaining a soul and you learn
that love doesn’t mean leaning
and company doesn’t always mean security
and you begin to learn
that kisses aren’t contracts and
presents aren’t promises
and you begin to accept your
defeats with the grace of a woman
not the grief of a child
and you learn to build all your roads on today
because tomorrow’s ground is
too uncertain for plans
and futures have a way of falling
down in mid-flight ~
After a while you learn that
even sunshine burns if you get too much
so you plant your own garden
and decorate you own soul
instead of waiting for
someone to bring you flowers
and you learn
that you really can endure
that you really are strong
and you really do have worth
and you learn
and you learn
with every good-bye
God saw you getting tired,
And the cure was not to be
So he wrapped you in his loving arms
And whispered, “Come with me.”
You suffered much in silence
Your spirit did not bend
You faced your pain with courage
Until the very end.
You tried so hard to stay with us
Your fight was all in vain
God took you in his loving arms
And saved you from all pain.
Christmas in Heaven
Heaven’s gate swung gently open,
The Master called softly, “Come,”
And you, dear one, took the Master’s hand,
And your work on earth was done.
We’ll never cease to miss you,
And shed many silent tears,
Because we cannot share with you
Our hopes, our joys, our fears.
But one day, in God’s garden,
When the Master calls us to come,
You’ll be at the gates with open arms
And say to us, “Welcome Home!”
It is in dying that we are born to eternal life.
~ St. Francis of Assisi