I found the poem posted on a site while googling grieving and the like. It was a comment a person made, they had lost their father, and this was read at his funeral. Author unknown.
Even though sometimes with all the death, cancer, and immensely difficult things that have happened in the last ~2 years for me and so many people I’m close to, I feel upset and don’t know what I believe about God/religion/heaven/etc…but I always find that I am more comforted to believe that there is an afterlife, that my sister is in “heaven” (whatever it’s like), or at least somewhere where I will get to see her again. I do believe this life on earth we have may just be a fraction of a speck of sand on a beach compared with the bigger picture (whatever that is). I definitely have my doubts, depressions, and difficulties, but I always find comfort, and sometimes I even think that it is my sister giving it to me. I know I can’t know for sure on this earth, but I choose to know. Just like “faith” and not having to “see it to believe it”.
One, Allah, the Creator, God, Jesus, Yahweh, Lord Almighty, whatever you call the Great Being in the “Sky”, comforts me, sometimes through other people, and then when I’m alone and feel so alone in my sadness, I am eventually comforted by something greater than me. Perhaps it is just me (critics might say), but I say it’s God in there (and yes, again, I’m not exactly sure what that means…I don’t know if God is a man or woman…or both. probably both.)
Without further ado, here’s that poem. (As you may have noticed, I haven’t been posting much. I could post a lot. But grief is an on and off consumer of my being, and if I spend toooo much time alone, I can get sadsacked.) But anyway, here’s a poem I found I really like, that’s not too overly preachy about “Well yes you may be sad, but at least they’re in God’s hands now!”
Perhaps if you’ve lost someone close to you, you can imagine them reading this. I know it can be very, very hard. Surreal and almost insurmountable…oh yeah, I got distracted again…let the poem say cute things now:
TO THOSE I LOVE AND TO 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 thankful for our many beautiful years
I gave to you my love.
You can only guess
How much you gave to me in happiness,
I thank you for the love you each have shown,
But now it’s time I traveled on alone.
So grieve a while for me, if grieve you must,
Then let your grief be comforted by trust.
It’s only for a time 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 my love around you soft and clear.
And then, when you must come this way alone,
I’ll greet you with a smile and say~