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« on: July 28, 2005 11:32:12 AM »

Someone I know recently lost a family member. I'm trying to make him a sympathy card but now that I need it can't seem to find a good (not cheesy) poem or quote to write on it.

Any ideas?
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« Reply #1 on: July 28, 2005 08:45:50 PM »

I tried searching for something but I couldn't come up with anything. I'll paste a poem I found on a website but it may not be what you are looking for. I think if you just write something from your heart that would work better. My best friend of 17 years died a year ago and I wanted to get his mom a card but none of them said what I wanted. I just sat down and wrote what I felt and told her I would always be there. Hopefully you'll find what you are looking for though. Oh and if this in anyway offends you I apologize. I mean because it may not go with your or his religion. Well here is the poem.
O God, who gave us birth,
you are ever more ready to hear
than we are to pray.
You know our needs before we ask,
and our ignorance in asking.
Give to us now your grace,
that as we shrink before the mystery of death,
we may see the light of eternity.
Speak to us once more
your solemn message of life and of death.
Help us to live as those who are prepared to die.
And when our days here are accomplished,
enable us to die as those who go forth to live,
so that living or dying, our life may be in you,
and that nothing in life or in death will be able to
separate us from your great love in Christ Jesus our
Lord. Amen.

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« Reply #2 on: July 28, 2005 08:50:32 PM »

there is an awesome poem something about do not grieve for me i didnt die its great and comforting try looking for it on google
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« Reply #3 on: July 28, 2005 09:32:10 PM »

Thanks girls! I poured over this all day. I don't know how many poems I read today, but I got to know Emily Dickinson and Robert Browning very well, lol! I really do appreciate the help, I was really at a loss today. I can't really write anything to him because, well, a poem would be better, trust me.

I found this poem by W.B. Yeats, and the friend's being of Irish decent ties into this, so it's pretty good all 'round. I edited it to be shorter and more suiting to this situation. What do you think?

The Happy Townland

THERE'S many a strong farmer
Whose heart would break in two,
If he could see the townland
That we are riding to;
Boughs have their fruit and blossom
At all times of the year;
Rivers are running over
With red beer and brown beer.
An old man plays the bagpipes
In a golden and silver wood;
Queens, their eyes blue like the ice,
Are dancing in a crowd.

The little fox he murmured,
'O what of the world's bane?'
The sun was laughing sweetly,
The moon plucked at my rein;
But the little red fox murmured,
'O do not pluck at his rein,
He is riding to the townland
That is the world's bane.'


Michael will unhook his trumpet
From a bough overhead,
And blow a little noise
When the supper has been spread.
Gabriel will come from the water
With a fish-tail, and talk
Of wonders that have happened
On wet roads where men walk.
And lift up an old horn
Of hammered silver, and drink
Till he has fallen asleep
Upon the starry brink.

The little fox he murmured,
'O what of the world's bane?'
The sun was laughing sweetly,
The moon plucked at my rein;
But the little red fox murmured.
'O do not pluck at his rein,
He is riding to the townland
That is the world's bane.'     
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