These poems have either been written by members or their loved ones, or have special meaning to them.
Offered by Homer Goddard
What is this mystery called death?
I asked in a pensive mood.
The aged and weary say it is rest
after life’s long work is through.
The troubled in spirit call it peace,
release from the world’s care.
The broken hearted think it comfort,
escape from all despair.
And the faithless call it nothing,
A blackness without end.
I would call it a beacon
on a path to a friend.
Mary A. Written at age 16
Offered by Janet Caywood
Our heavy hearts hold us down to this earth.
I feel the wind of young wings brush my face.
There is flight of newborn spirit.
A freedom from physical pain and limitations
that bring lifting breezes under her feathers.
Our eyes will not witness, our own spirit knows.
Soar high and happy.
It will lift our hearts.
I love you Mom,
We will meet again when you bring me my wings.
August 8, 2013
Written by Zan Overall
Till death do you part
Sounds so sad
But you’ll rejoice
If you’ll just add
From the other side of the coin:
Yes, Death do you part,
But in God’s good time,
Death doth also you rejoin.