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Poem's, verses and prayers...

Below are a selection of poems, verses and prayers included in services by families and friends.

Chosen to remember, reflect, recollect,  to help express their feelings and thoughts as part of the service.

Many more can be found with a search on the myriad sites on the web.

May you find the right words that you are looking for.


Their Light Shines On
 
Our loved ones leave behind a light
That will never dim or fade
It’s kept bright by the love we feel
And the memories we made
 
It can warm us like a candle’s glow
And help bring comfort too
And no matter where you go
You will find it’s always close to you
 
And in the darker times remember
In our hearts their light is strong
So every time we think of them 

Their memory shines on


For My Big Brother
 
You showed me a lot of things,
I learned a lot I didn't know,
but you forgot to teach me one last thing,
how to let you go,
I know you didn't mean to leave me,
sometimes we have no choice,
I miss being your little sister,
hearing my name called by your voice,
I'm glad I got to say I Love You
before you were given to the sky,
You always meant a lot to me,
I could never love you less,
I know its true when they say,

He only takes the Best. 




That Man is a Success 
by Robert Louis Stevenson
 
Who has lived well, laughed often and loved much; 
Who has gained the respect of intelligent men and 
the love of children; 
Who has filled his niche and accomplished his task; 
Who leaves the world better than he found it, 
Who never lacked appreciation of earth's beauty or failed to express it. 
Who looked for the best in others and gave the best he had. 


East Coker (excerpt)
T.S. Eliot from Collected Poems 1909 – 1962

 
In my beginning is my end.  In succession
Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended,
Are removed, destroyed, restored, or in their place
Is an open field, or a factory, or a by-pass.
Old stone to new building, old timber to new fires,
Old fires to ashes, and ashes to the earth
Which is already flesh, fur and faeces,
Bone of man and beast, cornstalk and leaf.
Houses live and die: there is a time for building
And a time for living and for generation
And a time for the wind to break the loosened pane
And to shake the wainscot where the field-mouse trots
And to shake the tattered arras woven with a silent motto.
 
In my beginning is my end. Now the light falls
Across the open field, leaving the deep lane
Shuttered with branches, dark in the afternoon,
Where you lean against a bank while the van passes,
And the deep lane insists on the direction
Into the village, in the electric heat
Hypnotized. In a warm haze the sultry light 
Is absorbed, not refracted, by grey stone.
The dahlias sleep in the empty silence.
Wait for the early owl.
 
In that open field
If you do not come too close, if you do not come too close,
On a summer midnight, you can hear the music
 
Dawn points, and another day 
Prepares for heat and silence. Out at sea the dawn wind 
Wrinkles and slides. I am here
Or there, or elsewhere. In my beginning.


Life is but a stopping place

Life is but a stopping place,
a pause in what’s to be,
a resting place along the
road to sweet eternity.
We all have different journeys,
different paths along the way,
we all were meant to learn some
things, but never meant to stay.
Our destination is a place
far greater than we know,
for some, the journey’s quicker,
for some the journey’s slow.
And when the journey finally ends,
we’ll claim a great reward,
and find an everlasting peace,
together with the Lord.
 
 
Poem of Parting
Author Unknown
 
We share our happiness with each other 
And it becomes greater. 
We share our troubles with each other - 
and they become smaller. 
We share one another’s griefs and burdens 
And their weight becomes possible to bear 
 
 
The Summer Day 
by Mary Oliver

Who made the world? 
Who made the swan, and the black bear? 
Who made the grasshopper? 
This grasshopper, I mean- 
the one who has flung herself out of the grass, 
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand, 
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down - 
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes. 

Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face. 
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away. 
I don't know exactly what a prayer is. 
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down 
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass, 
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields, 
which is what I have been doing all day. 
Tell me, what else should I have done? 
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon? 
Tell me, what is it you plan to do 
with your one wild and precious life? 
 

Safely Home
Author Unknown

I am in Heaven, dear ones; 
Oh, so happy and so bright! 
There is perfect joy and beauty 
In this 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. 
You must not grieve so sorely, 
For I love you dearly still: 
Try to look beyond earth’s shadows,
Pray to trust our Father’s Will.
There is work still waiting for you, 
So you must not idly stand; 
Do it now, while life remaineth 
You shall rest in Jesus’s 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.


A Poem - from Wordsworth 

(the impermanence of human life)
 
Enough, if something from our hands have power 
To live, and act, and serve the future hour; 
And if, as toward the silent tomb we go, 
Through love, through hope, and faith's transcendent dower, 
We feel that we are greater than we know. 



An Honest Man
by Robert Burns 
 
An honest man here lies at rest
The friend of man, the friend of truth
The friend of age, and guide of youth
Few hearts like his, with virtue warm’d
Few heads with knowledge so inform’d
If there’s another world, he lives in bliss
If there is none, he made the best of this.




The Clock of Life

The clock of life is wound but once
And no-one has the power
To say just when the hands will stop,
The year, the day, the hour.

Today alone you will call your own,
To do with as you will,
Don’t count upon tomorrow friends,
The hands may then be still.





The Train of Life
Author Unknown
 
At birth, we board the train and meet our parents, 
and we believe they will always travel by our side.
As time goes by, other people will board the train; 
and they will be Significant, for example our siblings, 
friends, children, and even the love of your life. 

However, at some station our parents will step down from the train,
Leaving us on this journey alone.
Others will step down over time and leave a permanent vacuum.
Some, however, will go so unnoticed
That we don’t realize they vacated their seats.
This train ride will be full of joy, sorrow, fantasy, 
Expectations, hellos, goodbyes, and farewells
Success consists of having a good relationship with all passengers
Requiring that we give the best of ourselves. 
The mystery to everyone is: 
We do not know at which Station we ourselves will step down. 
So, we must live in the best way, love,
Forgive, and offer the best of who we are.
It is important to do this because when the time comes for us to step
Down and leave our seat empty, we should leave behind 
beautiful memories for those who will continue to 
travel on the train of life.
I wish you all a joyful journey. 


A Poem Now He's Gone Away
by Ellen Brenneman

Don’t think of him as gone away, 
his journey’s just begun, 
life holds so many facets 
this earth is only one.
 
Just think of him as resting
from the sorrows and the tears
in a place of warmth and comfort
where there are no days and years. 
 
Think how he must be wishing
that we could know today
how nothing but our sadness
can really pass away.
 
And think of him as living
in the hearts of those he touched…
for nothing loved is ever lost
and he was loved so much. 

  
Forever In Our Hearts
Anonymous.

When tomorrow starts without me,
And I’m not there to see,
If the sun should rise and find your eyes,
Are filled with tears for me.
 
I wish so much you wouldn’t cry,
The way you have today,
While thinking of the many things
We never got 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 miss me too.
 
So when tomorrow starts without me,
Don’t think we’re far apart,
For every time you think of me,
I’ll be right there in your heart.

                                     
Do not go gentle into that good night
Dylan Thomas, 1914 - 1953

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.


Epitaph on a Friend 
by Robert Burns 
 
An honest man here lies at rest,
The friend of man, the friend of truth,
The friend of age, and guide of youth:
Few hearts like his, with virtue warm'd,
Few heads with knowledge so inform'd;
If there's another world, he lives in bliss;
If there is none, he made the best of this.

                                         
Farewell My Friend
Rabindranath Tagore, Bengali Priest and Nobel Laureate
 
It was beautiful as long as it lasted
The journey of my life.
I have no regrets whatsoever
save the pain I will leave behind.
Those dear hearts who love and care
And the strings pulling at the heart
and soul.
 
The strong arms that held me up
When my own strength let me down.
At every turning of my life I came
across good friends
Friends who stood by me,
Even when the time raced me by.
Farewell, farewell my friends
I smile and bid you goodbye.
No, shed no tears for I need them not
All I need is your smile.
If you feel sad do think of me
for that’s what I’ll like when you live in the
hearts of those you love, remember then
you never die.
 

Sunny Side of the Street 
Song Lyrics

Grab your coat and get your hat 
Leave your worries on the doorstep
Life can be so sweet
On the sunny side of the street

Can't you hear the pitter-pat
And that happy tune is your step
Life can be complete
On the sunny side of the street

I used to walk in the shade with my blues on parade
But I'm not afraid...this rover's crossed over

If I never had a cent
I'd be rich as Rockefeller
Gold dust at my feet
On the sunny side of the street 

                                    
Remember Me
 
To the living, I am gone.
To the sorrowful, I will never return,
To the angry. I was cheated
But to the happy, I am at peace,
And to the faithful, I have never left.
I cannot speak, but I can listen.
I cannot be seen, but I have heard.
So as you stand upon a shore gazing
at a beautiful sea,
As you look upon a flower and admire its simplicity,
Remember me.
Remember me in your heart:
Your thoughts, and your memories,
Of the times we loved,
The times we cried,
The times we fought,
The times we laughed.
For if you always think of me, I will never be gone.

    
You will always be there
Author Unkown
 
The rays of light filtered
Through the sentinels of
Trees this morning.
I sat in the garden and
Contemplated.
The serenity and beauty
of my feelings and
surroundings completely
captivated me...
I thought of you.

I discovered you tucked
Away in the shadows of the
Trees. Then rediscovered
You on the smiles of the
flowers as the sun
penetrated the petals...
in the rhythm of the leaves
falling in the garden...
in the freedom of the
birds as they fly searching
as you do.
I’m very happy to have found you.
Now, you will never leave
Me, for I will always find
You in the beauty of life.
   
            
Where am I now? 
Michael Morwood: from Faith, Hope and a bird called George (p.114) 
 
Do you know that every atom
In my body, here before you,
Was manufactured in a massive explosion
In a star billions of years ago.
Do you believe, as I do,
In a Spirit of Life at work
For billions of years
That finally brought human form
To those atoms?
In me the Spirit of Life and Love
Came to visible expression in human form
When I loved you
When I called you my friends,
When I laughed,
When I cried,
When I did whatever you loved about me.
Where am I now?
I continue to dance
With the Spirit of Life and Love
In ways beyond words and images.
But I am with you
And always will be
As this Spirit continues to move
In your lives.
I am with you,
And always will be,
In the Spirit of Life and Love.
 

Life Must Go On

Grieve for me, for I would grieve for you.
Then brush away the sorrow and the tears
Life is not over, but begins anew,
With courage you must greet the coming years.
To live forever in the past is wrong;
It can only cause you misery and pain.
Dwell not on memories overlong,
With others you must share and care again.
Reach out and comfort those who comfort you;
Recall the years, but only for a while.
Nurse not your loneliness; but live again.
Forget not.
Remember with a smile.

                                      

My Country
by Dorothea McKellar (extract)
 
An opal-hearted country,
A wilful, lavish land -

All you who have not loved her,
You will not understand -

Though earth holds many splendours,
Wherever I may die,

I know to what brown country
My homing thoughts will fly.

                                         

Gift to My Children
Author Unknown (from service for Gary Butzin - 2010)

There is really nothing you must be,
except yourself. 

There is nothing you must do,
except be yourself. 

There is really nothing you must have,
except yourself. 

There is really nothing you must know,
except yourself. 

There is really nothing you must become,
except yourself.



My family, my friends,
please don't mourn for me, 
I'm still here, though you don't see.

I'm right by your side each night and day
And within your heart I long to stay.

My body is gone but I'm always near.
I'm everything you feel, see or hear.

My spirit is free, but I'll never depart
As long as you keep me alive in your heart.

(Excerpt –Anonymous) 


If - “Brother Square-Toes”
Rudyard Kipling from Rewards and Fairies 
 
If you can keep your head when all about you
     Are losing theirs and blaming it on you
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
     But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
     Or being lied about, don’t deal lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
    And yet don’t look too good, nor walk too wise:
 
If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
    If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
    And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
   And stoop and build ‘em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap all of your winnings
    And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
    And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
    To serve your turn long after you are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
     Except the will which says to them: “Hold On!”
 
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings – not lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And –which is more- you’ll be a Man, my son.
 
               

Memories

All it takes is a passing shadow,
As a cloud moves across the sun,
To remind us yesterday is gone,
And a new day has begun.

For although the blossums may tumble
And leaves scatter in the breeze,
What will never ever fade,
Is the precious memories.
 
But like the ending of the day,
Just after the sun has set,
We know that,
Deep within our hearts,
We will never forget.

And that is when we realize,
The footsteps that they left behind
Though they can’t be filled,
Hold memories of the warmest most wonderful kind.


                                        
If I Should Go Before You
Joyce Grenfell 
 
“If I should go before the rest of you,
Break not a flower, nor inscribe it in stone,
Nor, when I’m gone, speak in a Sunday voice,
But be the usual selves that I have known.

Weep if you must:
Parting is hell.
But life goes on

So...sing as well?

                 
You're My Best Friend
Author Unknown
 
You placed gold on my finger
You brought love like I've never known
And to me a reason to go on.
 
You're my bread when I'm hungry
You're my shelter from troubled winds
You're my anchor in life's ocean
But most of all you're my best friend.
 
When I need hope and inspiration
You're always strong when I'm tired and weak
I could search this whole world over
You'll still be everything that I need.
 
You're my bread when I'm hungry
You're my shelter from troubled winds
You're my anchor in life's ocean
But most of all you're my best friend...

                                      

Love doesn’t end with dying,
Or leave in the last breath.
For someone you’ve loved deeply,
Love doesn’t end with death.

                                            
In every home where love abides
Where friendship and kindness are guests
This surely is home sweet home
For there the heart can rest.


I’d Rather See You Smiling
Author Unknown
 
You must not think that I have gone
Please don’t grieve or pine.
I’d rather see you smiling
Laughing - working - looking fine.
 
Death is an exciting key
Which opens many doors
It leads us into other worlds
Quite similar to yours.
 
Life is not an accident
Death is not the end.
God designed a mystery
Life and death do blend.
 
So do not think that I have gone
Please don’t brood or pine
I’d rather see you smiling

Laughing - working - looking fine. 



She Is Gone
David Harkins
 
You can shed tears that she is gone or you can smile because she has lived. 

You can close your eyes and pray that she will come back or you can open your eyes and see all she has left.

Your heart can be empty because you can't see her or you can be full of the love you shared. 

You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.

You can remember her and only that she's gone or you can cherish her memory and let it live on. 

You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back or you can do what she would want: smile, open your eyes love and go on.



Always
by Douglas W Shaw, Oct 1999. 
 
Four long years have passed my love,
Since you left my side.
Time has been long and heavy
And many days I’ve cried.
Whoever said these simply words
That time heals all wounds.
Was wrong, I still hurt
And will too for many years.
 
I’m not the first to lose a loved one,
Nor shall I be the last.
But time and time again my love
My thoughts go to the past.
At least I have known paradise.
Some never do.
My paradise lovely lady
Was the time I spent with you.
Unpublished 


Today we all Remember 
Author Unknown (Adapted)

Today we all remember.
A mum, wife, sister, nanna and friend.
A life that was so special,
But sadly had to end.
 
You were there when we needed you most,
To go that extra mile,
You’d greet us with a living hug,
And such a charming smile.
 
Knowing you were always there,
Was such a peace of mind,
A mum, wife, sister, nanna and friend,
Truly one of a kind.
 
You are loved so much by all of us,
Our mum, wife, sister, nanna and friend.
We’ll try our best to make you proud,
In whatever way we can.
 
Words are not enough,
To say what I want to say,
I’ll never forget you,
And remember you every day.
 
Although we cannot see you,
It doesn’t mean you’ve gone,
Cause we love you and you’re in our thoughts,
Your memory will always live on.
 
Now it’s time now to say goodbye,
You’re someone we’ll always love,
You’ll be missed so dearly,

At peace now – but always in our hearts.



Mum
Melton Culberth
 
You raised us kids
And always lived right.
We were safe and warm,
Before you slept each night.
You worked hard
All through your life
As a friend, a mother,
And a faithful wife.
You weren’t rich, or poor
Or even famous.
But you did your best
And always loved us.
Life’s not easy
Nor is it fair.
Now you’re older
With gray in your hair.
You have always cared,
And done for others.
So here’s a salute,
To our Mother.


We Will Love You
Author Unknown.

You gave us your love and a reason to live,
You’ve been our best friend for so many years. 
We’ve shared happy times and also our tears.
There’s no one who means as much as you do.

After all you’ve done for us.
And all we’ve been through together. 
So we’ll never be parted – it just cannot be. 
For you know we love you,
And we know you love us. 

For as long as we can dream.
For as long as we can think
As long as we have memory
We will think of you.

For as long as we have eyes to see,
and ears to hear, and lips to speak,
We will speak of you.

As long as we have a heart to feel,
A soul stirring within us,
An imagination to hold you,
We will remember you.

As long as there is time,
As long as there is love,
As long as we have the breath to speak your name,
We will love you.


Irish Blessing 
 
May the road rise up 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 palm of his hand.



Do Not Stand at My Grave
by Mary Elizabeth Frye, born Elizabeth Clark in Dayton Ohio in 1907, orphaned at just three years of age. 

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the star shine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,

I am not there. I did not die.



All is Well
 
Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away into the next room.

I am I, and you are you.

Whatever we were to each other, that we still are.

Call me by my old familiar name,
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.

Put no difference in your tone,
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me and if you want to, pray for me.

Let my name be ever the household word that it always was,
Let it be spoken without effect,
Without the trace of a shadow on it.

Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was;
There is unbroken continuity.

Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am waiting for you, 
For an interval, Somewhere very near,
Just around the corner.


 
Great Aunt
by Jill Fantin. 

Generations like the seasons come with sweet expressions.
Reminders of those days gone by and yesterday’s impressions.
Each precious memory you share becomes more dear each day.
A candle’s glow out of the past that gently lights my way.
To me you’ve been a blessing for I may have never known… 



Feel No Guilt In Laughter

Feel no guilt in laughter,
he'd know how much you care.
Feel no sorrow in a smile
that he is not here to share.

You cannot grieve forever;
he would not want you to.
He'd hope that you could carry on
the way you always do.

So, talk about the good times
and the way you showed you cared,
The days you spent together,
all the happiness you shared.

Let memories surround you,
a word someone may say
Will suddenly recapture a time,
an hour, a day,
That brings him back as clearly
as though he were still here,
And fills you with the feeling
that he is always near.
For if you keep those moments,
you will never be apart
And he will live forever
locked safe within your heart.


To My Mother 
Adapted from the writings of Indian poet and Nobel Laureate Rabindranath Tagore.
 
“Where have I come from, where did you pick me up?”
The baby asked its mother.

She answered, half crying, half laughing,
And clasping the baby to her breast, -
“You were hidden in my heart as its desire, my darling.

You were in the dolls of my childhood games;
In all my hopes and my loves, in my life,
In the life of my mother you have lived.

When in girlhood my heart was opening its petals,
You hovered as a fragrance about it.

Your tender softness bloomed in my youthful limbs,
Like a glow in the sky before the sunrise.

Heaven’s first darling, twin-born with the morning light,
You have floated down the stream of the world’s life,
And at last you have arrived in my heart.

As I gaze on your face, mystery overwhelms me;
You who belong to all have become mine.

For fear of losing you I hold you tight to my breast.
What magic has snared the world’s treasure

In these slender arms of mine?”



You will always be there
Author Unknown
 
The rays of light filtered
Through the sentinels of
Trees this morning.
I sat in the garden and
Contemplated.
The serenity and beauty
of my feelings and
surroundings completely
captivated me...
I thought of you.
I discovered you tucked
Away in the shadows of the
Trees. Then rediscovered
You on the smiles of the
flowers as the sun
penetrated the petals...
in the rhythm of the leaves
falling in the garden...
in the freedom of the
birds as they fly searching
as you do.
I’m very happy to have found you.
Now, you will never leave
Me, for I will always find
You in the beauty of life.


Crossing the Bar 
Alfred, Lord Tennyson, Poet Laureate (1809 - 1892)

Sunset and evening star, 
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar, 
When I put out to sea,

But such a tide as moving seems asleep, 
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep

Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell, 
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell, 
When I embark;

For though from out our bourne of Time and Place 
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face 
When I have crossed the bar.



The Horse Race 
Author Unknown
 
Racehorses trot around the parade ring
these wonderful animals from the sport of kings

The jockeys on board in colours so bright
like modern day gladiators into the fight

The public around the stands do amble
trying to guess on which to gamble

The bookmakers standing there shouting out names
enticing the punters to give up their gains

The horses are cantering down to the start
all riders hear is one beating heart

That of their own drums in their ears
the tension, adrenalin drowns out the fears

Horses are locked away one by one
the gates fly open the race has begun

Wind beats their faces, rain stings their eyes
as these galloping stars race for the prize

The post, it comes nearer whips they do crack
every effort's made not to be at the back

Who will end up in the 1, 2 or 3
public with binoculars craning too see

The race it is over gone in a flash
bookmakers curse as they hand out their cash

The winner, a hero greeted with cheers
the trainer is happy the owners in tears

With joy unconfined another horse wins
and all losing tickets are tossed in dustbins

The eternal optimist in gamblers sees
the next race's winner "$10 on 4 for the win, please"

Another loser? or winner maybe found on this, 
horse racing's hallowed ground

For me? well, I'll wander off home now,
or then again down to the TAB

Gotta check the form guide,
Flemington’s big race is up next, 
that’s for me.



An Untitled Poem
for railway and train enthusiasts by Jack McLean, 1968.

“At Beveridge, from four o’clock,
They stay switched in till 6,
And one bloke has to work the block
And operate the sticks.

When he enquired “Control,
may I switch out before the pass?”
He heard, instead of a reply
The lover and his Lass. 

And in between the changing crews, 
And other operations,
Young Doug and Bev would air their views
on housing complications.

And somehow, Fortune always smiled,
‘Cept when they had a cuddle,
And Mr Cregen got quite wild
When sorting out the muddle. 

So, we’re all glad the groom and bride 
Will leave on the Aurora,
Preventing Harry Zeis’s pride
From getting any poorer.

And as we have romantic hearts,
We railwaymen at stations
And loco sheds and other parts
Send our congratulations. 

We hope that absolutely nought
Will stop them being happy,
And may their troubles be the sort.
That need a change of nappie.

We hope that in their path ahead,
Their graph won’t rate an item,
With signals that are never red,
Line Clear, ad infinitum.” 


God Looked Around

God looked around His garden,
And He found an empty place,
And He 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 always takes the best.
He knew that you were suffering,
He knew you were in pain,
He knew that you would never,
Get 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 He whispered “Peace be thine”.
It broke our hearts to lose you,
But you didn’t go alone,
For part of us went with you,
The day God called you home


SONG LYRICS  - COME YE DISCONSOLATE 


COME YE DISCONSOLATE 
WHERE YE LANGUISH 
COME TO THE MERCY SWEET
FERVENTLY NEAR - YAYEE
 
HERE SPEEDS THE COMFORTER
TENDERLY SAYIN
EARTH HAS NO SORROW
THAT HEAVEN CANNOT CURE
 
JOY OF THE DESOLATE
LIGHT OF THE STRAYIN’
HOPE, HOPE OF THE PENITENT
FERVENTLY CLEAR  - YAYEE
 
HE’LL CURE YOUR WOUNDED HEART
HE’LL TAKE YOUR ANGUISH
EARTH HAS NO SORROW
THAT HEAVEN CANNOT CURE
 
I SAID EARTH HAS NO SORROW
THAT HEAVEN CANNOT CURE


SONG LYRICS - AMAZING GRACE

AMAZING GRACE HOW SWEET THE SOUND
THAT SAVED A WRETCH LIKE ME
I ONCE WAS LOST
BUT NOW AM FOUND
WAS BLIND BUT NOW I SEE
 
‘TWAS GRACE THAT TAUGHT MY HEART TO FEAR
AND GRACE MY FEARS RELIEVED
HOW PRECIOUS DID THAT GRACE APPEAR
THE HOUR I FIRST BELIEVED
 
WHEN WE’VE BEEN HERE 10,000 YEARS
BRIGHT SHINNING AS THE SUN
WE’VE NO LESS DAYS
TO SING YOUR PRAISE
THAN WHEN WE FIRST BEGUN
 
AMAZING GRACE HOW SWEET THE SOUND
THAT SAVED A WRETCH LIKE ME
I ONCE WAS LOST
BUT NOW AM FOUND
WAS BLIND BUT NOW I SEE
 


This body is not me
by Thich Nhat Hahn
 
This body is not me.
I am not limited by this body.
I am life without boundaries.
I have never been born,
and I have never died.
Look at the ocean and the sky filled with stars, manifestations from my wonderous true mind.
Since before time, I have been free.
Birth and death are only doors through which we pass, sacred thresholds on our journey.
Birth and death are a game of hide and seek.
So laugh with me,
hold my hand,
let us say good-bye,
say good-bye, to meet again soon.
We meet today.
We will meet again tomorrow.
We will meet at the source every moment.
We meet each other in all forms of life. 


PLEASE CALL ME BY MY TRUE NAMES
by Thich Nhat Hanhin The Buddha Is Still Teaching: 
Contemporary Buddhist Wisdom, by Jack Kornfield. Pages 27–2.

Do not say that I’ll depart tomorrow—
even today I am still arriving.

Look deeply: every second I am arriving
to be a bud on a Spring branch,
to be a tiny bird, with still-fragile wings,
learning to sing in my new nest,
to be a caterpillar in the heart of a flower,
to be a jewel hiding itself in a stone.

I still arrive, in order to laugh and to cry,
to fear and to hope,
the rhythm of my heart is the birth and death
of all that are alive.

I am a mayfly metamorphosing
on the surface of the river,
And I am the bird which, when Spring comes,
arrives in time to eat the mayfly.

I am a frog swimming happily
in the clear water of a pond.

And I am the grass-snake
that silently feeds itself on the frog.

I am the child in Uganda, all skin and bones,
my legs as thin as bamboo sticks.

And I am the arms merchant,
selling deadly weapons to Uganda.

I am the twelve-year-old girl,
refugee on a small boat,
who throws herself into the ocean
after being raped by a sea pirate.

And I am the pirate,
my heart not yet capable
of seeing and loving.

I am a member of the politburo,
with plenty of power in my hands.

And I am the man who has to pay his
“debt of blood” to my people
dying slowly in a forced labor camp.

My joy is like Spring, so warm
it makes flowers bloom all over the Earth.

My pain is like a river of tears,
so full it fills up the four oceans.

Please call me by my true names,
so I can hear all my cries and laughter at once,
so I can see that my joy and pain are one.

Please call me by my true names,
so I can wake up
and so the door of my heart can be left open,
the door of compassion.





















Karaniya Metta Sutta
Loving Kindness. Buddha 

The Karaniya Metta Sutta ( 1.8) combines both the interpersonal and radiant aspects of canonical expressions of loving-kindness.

This is what should be done 
By one who is skilled in goodness,
And who knows the path of peace:
... Wishing: In gladness and in safety,
May all beings be at ease.


Whatever living beings there may be;
Whether they are weak or strong, omitting none,
The great or the mighty,
medium, short or small,

The seen and the unseen,
Those living near and far away,
Those born and to-be-born –
May all beings be at ease!

Let none deceive another,
Or despise any being in any state.
Let none through anger or ill-will
Wish harm upon another.

Even as a mother protects with her life
Her child, her only child,
So with a boundless heart
Should one cherish all living beings;

Radiating kindness over the entire world
Spreading upwards to the skies,
And downwards to the depths;
Outwards and unbounded,
Freed from hatred and ill-will.

Whether standing or walking, seated or lying down
Free from drowsiness,
One should sustain this recollection.

This is said to be the sublime abiding....

Ref: Sutta Nipata 1.8
Explanatory Note: According to the Pāli commentaries, the Buddha originally gave this instruction (of loving-kindness meditation) to monks who were being harassed by the tree spirits of a forest in which the monks were trying to meditate. 

After doing this meditation in the forest it is said that the spirits were so affected by the power of loving-kindness that they allowed the monks to stay in the forest for the duration of the rainy season.