Posted in death, Funeral Poem, grief, Jesus, Life, Love, Poem

If Tomorrow Starts Without Me

If tomorrow starts without me, and I’m not there to see,
If the sun should rise and find your eyes all filled with tears for me;
I wish so much you wouldn’t cry the way you did today,
while thinking of the many things we didn’t get to say.
I know how much you care for me, and how much I care for you,
and each time that you think of me I know you’ll miss me too;

But when tomorrow starts without me, please try to understand,
that an angel came and called my name and took me by the hand,
and said my place was ready in heaven far above,
and that I’d have to leave behind all those I dearly love.

But as I turned to walk away, a tear fell from my eye,
for all life, I’d always thought I didn’t want to die.
I had so much to live for and so much yet to do.
it seemed almost impossible that I was leaving you.
I thought of all the love we shared and all the fun we had.
If I could relive yesterday, I thought, just for a while,
I’d say goodbye and hug you and maybe see you smile.

But then I fully realised that this could never be,
for emptiness and memories would take the place of me.
And when I thought of worldly things that I’d miss come tomorrow.
I thought of you, and when I did, my heart was filled with sorrow.

But when I walked through Heaven’s gates, I felt so much at home.
When God looked down and smiled at me, from His great golden throne,
He said, “This is eternity and all I’ve promised you,
Today your life on earth is past but here it’s starts anew.
I promise no tomorrow, but today will always last.
and since each day’s the same, there’s no longing for the past.

But you have been so faithful, so trusting, so true.
Though there were times you did some things you knew you shouldn’t do.
And you have been forgiven and now at last you’re free.
So won’t you come and take my hand and share my life with me?”

So if tomorrow starts without me, don’t think we’re far apart,
for every time you think of me, please know I’m in your heart.

Anon.

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Posted in death, Disability, grief, Life, Poem

Alzheimer’s

Alzheimer’s

You didn’t die just recently,
You died some time ago.
Although your body stayed a while,
And didn’t really know.
 
For you had got Altzheimer’s,
You failed to comprehend.
Your body went on living.
But your mind had reached its end.
 
So we’ve already said, “Goodbye”,
To the person that we knew.
The person that we truly loved,
The person that was, “You”.
  
And so we meet again today,
To toast your bodies end.
For it was true and faithful,
Until right at the end.
  
And so, when we remember,
We’ll think of all the rest.
We’ll concentrate on earlier,
And remember all the best.
  
For in the real scheme of things,
Your illness wasn’t long.
Compared to all the happiness,
You brought your whole life long.
  
We think of you as yesterday,
When you were fit and well.
And when we’re asked about you,
It’s those things that we’ll tell.
  
And so we meet in ‘membrance,
Of a mind so fit and true.
We’re here to pay our last respects
To say that, “We love you”.

Dick Underwood 2010

Posted in Humour, Life, music

Favourite Things

I went to a concert and someone sang a song from the Sound of Music, ‘Favourite Things’. There were a few changes to the words, so here’s the new song.

 Wondrous Things

Maalox and nose drops and needles for knitting,
Walkers and handrails and new dental fittings,
Bundles of magazines tied up in string,
These are a few of my favourite things. 
 
 Cadillacs and cataracts and hearing aids and glasses,
Polident and Fixodent and false teeth in glasses,
Pacemakers, golf carts and porches with swings,
These are a few of my favourite things. 
   
When the pipes leak,
When the bones creak,
When the knees go bad,
I simply remember my favourite things,
And then I don’t feel so bad.
   
Hot tea and crumpets, and corn pads for bunions,
No spicy hot food or food cooked with onions,
Bathrobes and heat pads and hot meals they bring,
These are a few of my favourite things. 
   
Back pains, confused brains, and no fear of sinnin,
Thin bones and fractures and hair that is thinin,
And we won’t mention our short shrunken frames,
When we remember our favourite things. 
   
When the joints ache, when the hips break,
When the eyes grow dim,
Then I remember the great life I’ve had,
And then I don’t feel so bad.
  
 Author Unknown
Posted in Disability, Jesus, Life, Love, Poem, poverty

Loving the unlovely

This is another poem by Lance Landall…it struck a chord with me because it’s easy to love people we like but harder to love people that are seen as different for whatever reason.  For me each person is unique and wonderfully made and loved by God…does it really cost us much to show people the respect and care they deserve?  No one should be made to feel second class or second rate because of how they look, what disability they have or where they live…we do that to people not God – God is love and those who live in love live in God and God lives in them…lets show people the love they deserve.

Loving The Unlovely

Don’t mock or laugh at others, nor treat them indifferently,
Just because you think they’re odd, weak, silly, even ugly.
No, never treat unkindly any human on this earth,
Remember: They’re someone’s child, and had no say in their birth.

Yes, love and help the difficult, the misfits, the unlovely,
For they need your love also, more so, unconditionally.
We all love the loveable; that’s easy, natural too,
But loving the unlovely is the greater thing to do.

It’s easy to love your own, they’re your loved ones, after all,
But loving the unlovely — for most — is a very hard call.
Yet, such love’s pure love — and in each of us — such love should be,
Such doesn’t seek to get, just seeks to give, for it’s self free.

Everyone is different, the product of many things,
Hence why out of each one’s life, both good and bad flows or springs.
Take time to get to know folk, accept them the way they are,
Yes, tolerance and understanding have always gone far.

It’s hard enough for many that they feel the way they do,
That they’re struggling with their quirks, anxieties, obsessions too.
Such folk need a helping hand, not those whispers, looks or comments,
Nor thoughtless indifference, that to some, is more intense.

Many not so well endowed with looks, physique or IQ,
Are made to feel inferior by sad things folk say and do.
You may say that folk can choose to feel that way or not, but,
Is anything that easy, and sometimes, things really cut.

Yes, love and help the difficult, the misfits, the unlovely,
For they need your love also, more so, unconditionally.
Never just love your loved ones, or those you’re attracted to,
But show love and care to all — for that’s the greater thing to do.

By Lance Landall

Posted in Life, Poem

Imagine being me

Imagine Being Me

Have you ever stopped to think, friend, how you would feel if you were me,
Especially considering, that I, myself, can only be.
 There’s not a thing that can be done, to ever change me into you,
So, please consider carefully, what to me, you might say or do.
 
In fact, I might deep within my heart, wish that I could be like you,
But just accepting who I am, is something I must learn to do.
You’ll make it so much easier, if you will just accept me too,
Allowing me to be myself, and I, the same allowing you.
 
I’m just simply how I am — I’m me — and while changes can be made,
Any wrongful expectations, will only see us both dismayed.
Certain things that work for you, even certain things that you can do,
 Mightn’t be the kind of things — that I can do — or that’ll work for me too.
 
You see, you’re so used to being you, you just can’t imagine being me,
Yet, it’s only when you try, friend, that there’s a chance you might then see.
But if no matter how you try, an understanding still alludes you,
Dwell on this: It could be just as hard for me to understand you too.
 

By Lance Landall

Posted in Church of England, Uncategorized

What Goes Through Your Mind in Church: Poll Results (via The Vicar’s Wife)

This is worth reading and so true….

So, I imagine you’re all keen to see the proper results for last week’s poll. I have had a lot of fun looking at these. I hope you enjoy them as much as I have. As you can see, the main concerns are about others in the congregation – their presence or absence and whether you need to speak them later. A good thing I think, as church is a family and we need to look out for one another. I obviously missed out a major category, as many of the ‘other’ … Read More

via The Vicar’s Wife