Poem about loss of a wife spiritual

by Glenn Johnson
(Tucson, Arizona, USA)


GRACEFUL DEATH


Lovingly and true
You asked I not cry
You were not gone
Only with Creator one.

In mind
your request
appreciated and understood.
In heart
a request difficult to keep
grief has raged and will not sleep.

Time and again
grief denied
opens despairs deepest pit.

Time and again
grief calls me to prayer
Creator's healing grace I beseech.

This I know
I miss you:
When a beautiful sunset
Your birthday
When holidays
Your photograph
When I repair our home
Your scent on a blouse
When a mother holds a child
Your favorite song
When a couple holds hands
Your place waits on your side of the bed.

This has consoled me:
I will join you with Creator
Creator's healing grace ever present
Need only ask
Grace I will receive
Creator never stingy with grace
Question only: How much I will accept.

I do not like grief
I wish it gone
Although
Truth be told
This lesson has taught:
How to prepare a graceful death.
tags: spiritual poem about death, grief, loss of a loved one, loss of a wife, poetry

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Facing Death Poem

by Terry A. Shuman
(USA Medina, Ohio)

Misty Graveyard (c)David Manser 2014

Misty Graveyard (c)David Manser 2014

Dying's Not Living


What would you say, if starting today,
You knew precisely the date
That your life would end?
Just how would you spend
Each minute left here on your plate?

How long would you grieve before it relieved
The panic, and ache, and despair?
How well would you cope with knowing that hope
For living was no longer there?

What vision or dream would help dying seem
More acceptably imminent,
When all you can see is the certainty
Of an hour-glass that will not relent?

Would faith, on its own, transcend flesh and bone,
And pacify your raging fears;
Or would facing death impede every breath,
Replacing your dreams with your tears?

Our experts all say that there is no way
For one to anticipate grief;
For if you should try to mentally die,
Defensively, you’ll find relief

Through recognizing that you are not dying;
That you are pretending, instead.
But, what if you were intellectually sure
No future for you lay ahead?

Just please tell me true, what would you do?
Would you quit, roll over, and die?
Or, would you protect your earned self-respect,
By embracing your right to deny.

Would your last few days be frittered away
With “dying” as your only choice;
Or… would you choose to live,each day that God gives,
With courage and strength in your voice?

Ironically, friend, the truth may offend,
But Death is our face in the mirror.
We don’t know the day, but there is no way
That Death, all too soon, won’t be here.

So, plan for it now by making a vow,
That, since sure demise lies ahead,
You’ll clutch life with zest, believing you’re blessed
To be living…..until you are dead!

tags: facing death, poem, terminal illness, life, god, spirituality, choose life

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Poetry about death

by Glenn Johnson
(Tucson, Arizona)

Poetry about death

Poetry about death

MEMORIES



Gone. . .
No time to say farewell . . .
Why?
A cruel twist of fate?
The fulfillment of fate?
Remember … No one knows the hour or the day . . .
No one knows the hour or the day.
Who’s to say? . . . Too early? . . . Too late? . . . Who’s too say?

Questions like stones dropped in the deepest ocean . . .
Questions ripples across the endless ocean of time and space . . .
Countless ripples of voices seeking the solace of the answer why.
Remember . . . No one knows the hour or the day.
No one knows the hour or the day.

Stones’ ripples on the surface spread . . . ever widening circles . . .
Beneath . . .
Memories . . . no questions asked.
An ocean of memories deep as the heart can reach . . .
Acceptance and faith in the ocean of memories descends . . .
Beneath . . . Memories . . . no questions asked.
An ocean of memories deep as the heart can reach . . .
Acceptance and faith in the ocean of memories descends.
Deeper . . .
Deeper . . .
Deeper . . .
Where the soul can bathe . . . within the deep ocean memory of the one forever loved.
In the deep . . . Until the day . . . the ocean never to return.
Deep . . .
Deep . . .
Deep . . .
Finally, memory’s knowing no shoreline of the heart.
The Creator’s Eternal Love with our loved ones forever be.

© Glenn Johnson

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Poem on Impermanence and Death Spiritual

by Roy K Austin
(Dorset England)


CORN FIELD


(‘In my beginning is my end’ T.S.Eliot )

One red poppy growing there
waving still - inside my head,
as if to say, ‘now look at me,
for I am more than bread
and grow to make you think back
as I counterpoint the corn,
that you began to die here
on the day that you were born ‘ .... ... ...

Chrysalis against the stalk
as peristalsis how you try,
how I wonder where I walk
you become a butterfly,
find your flight, your Monarch sky
ignored by all that thunders by.
Toppled if you turn from this -
from this freeway you must go,
flutter down through an abyss
die en-route to Mexico ;
fragile thing without the sinew
multiply that you continue,
time was yours in many stratum
dazzle like a leaf in autumn :
Sometimes man can be like this,
death is metamorphosis.... ... ...

Tenant of a sheltered house
daydreams in a ' sleepy corner '
gliding through those ' windy straits '
with life's hand upon his shoulder ;
his time ebbing with the tide
folds his clothing tidily,
footprints covered by the sea ;
ageless as the cause of him -
gazing through the eye of one,
like a comet on it's way
burning brightly from the sun !


Tags: poem, corn, chrysalis, butterfly, spirituality

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Comfort Poem Death

by Noreen Fitzgerald
(Downers Grove,Illinois)


Mom's Song


Although we know you're in heaven
We miss you very much
We think of you very often
We miss your gentle touch.

Today would have been your birthday
You would have been 82
God had other plans in mind
Plans that were made for only you.

You're surrounded by the angels
There's music all the time
They're embracing you in heaven
They're forming in a line.

Although we hate to let you go
We'll think of you in prayer
When your Irish eyes are smiling
In our hearts you're always there.



Tags: comfort poems death, poetry, Irish, angels, miss you, heaven, hearts

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