Miss Me But Let Me Go

by Edgar Albert Guest

When I come to the end of the road
And the sun has set for me
I want no rites in a gloom-filled room
Why cry for a soul set free?

Miss me a little – but not too long
And not with your head bowed low
Remember the love that we once shared
Miss me – but let me go.

For this is a journey that we all must take
And each must go alone
It’s all part of the Master’s plan
A step on the road to home.

When you are lonely and sick of heart
Go to the friends we know
And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds
Miss me – but let me go.

 

The measure of a man

by Grady Poulard

The measure of a man is not determined
by his show of outward strength,
or the volume of his voice,
or the thunder of his action.
It is to be seen, rather,
in terms of the strength of his commitments,
The genuineness of his friendships,
the sincerity of his purpose,
The quiet courage of his convictions,
his capacity to suffer,
and his willingness to continue ‘growing up’.

 

Remembrance

by David Harkins

You can shed tears that she has gone or…
You can smile because she lived

You can close your eyes and pray that she will come back or…
You can open your eyes and see all that she has left

You can remember her and only that she is gone or…
You can cherish her memory and let it live on

You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back or…
You can do what she would want…

Smile, open your eyes, love, and go on

 

Never Let Me Go

Songwriters: Paul Epworth / Tom Harpoon / Florence Welch
Never Let Me Go lyrics

© Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group

Looking up from underneath
Fractured moonlight on the sea
Reflections still look the same to me
As before I went under

And it’s peaceful in the deep
‘Cause either way you cannot breathe
No need to pray, no need to speak
Now I am under

Oh, and it’s breaking over me
A thousand miles out to the sea bed
Found the place to rest my head

(Never let me go, never let me go
Never let me go, never let me go)

And the arms of the ocean are carrying me
And all this devotion was rushing over me
And the questions I have for a sinner like me
But the arms of the ocean deliver me

Though the pressure’s hard to take
It’s the only way I can escape
It seems a heavy choice to make
But now I am under, oh

And it’s breaking over me
A thousand miles down to the sea bed
I found the place to rest my head

(Never let me go, never let me go
Never let me go, never let me go)

And the arms of the ocean are carrying me
(So cold and so sweet)
And all this devotion was rushing out of me
And the questions I have for a sinner like me
But the arms of the ocean deliver me

And it’s over and I’m going under
But I’m not giving up
I’m just giving in

Oh, slipping underneath
So cold and so sweet
In the arms of the ocean, so sweet and so cold
And all this devotion, well, I never knew at all
And the questions I have for a sinner released
In the arms of the ocean deliver me
(Never let me go, never let me go
Never let me go, never let me go)
Deliver me
(Never let me go, never let me go
Never let me go, never let me go)
Never let me go, never let me go)
Deliver me

(Never let me go, never let me go)
Never let me go, never let me go)

Deliver me

Never let me go, never let me go

And it’s over
I’m going under
But I’m not giving up
I’m just giving in

Ah, slipping underneath
Wooh, so cold, but so sweet

NOTES

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Never_Let_Me_Go_(Florence_and_the_Machine_song)

 

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A Litany of Remembrance

by Rabbi Sylvan Kamens and Rabbi Jack Riemer

In the rising of the sun and in its going down, we remember them.

In the blowing of the wind and in the chill of winter, we remember them.

In the opening of buds and in the rebirth of spring, we remember them.

In the blueness of the sky and in the warmth of summer, we remember them.

In the rustling of leaves and in the beauty of autumn, we remember them.

In the beginning of the year and when it ends, we remember them.

When we are weary and in need of strength, we remember them.

When we are lost and sick at heart, we remember them.

When we have joys we yearn to share, we remember them.

So long as we live, they too shall live, for they are now a part of us, as we remember them. 

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https://www.seafarerpress.com/works/we-remember-them

The best tribute…

by Edward Searle

The best tribute we pay to a loved one when she dies is to honestly remember her for the person she was.

This is to say about her, yes! You were your own person. You were unique.

How you chose to live your life was not without consequence. You mattered. You made a difference for your community, your family, your progeny.

Now that your life has ended, we honor the life you chose to live — in all its sparkle and all its shadows. We celebrate your uniqueness. And we freely give you our love, because you gave us life and loved us too.

STLT #38 Morning Has Broken

Morning has broken,
Like the first morning,
Blackbird has spoken
Like the first bird;
Praise for the singing,
Praise for the morning,
Praise for them springing
Fresh from the Word.

Sweet the rain’s new fall,
Sunlit from heaven,
Like the first dewfall
On the first grass;
Praise for the sweetness,
Of the wet garden,
Sprung in completeness
Where God’s feet pass.

Mine is the sunlight,
Mine is the morning,
Born of the one light
Eden saw play;
Praise with elation,
Praise every morning,
God’s re-creation
Of the new day.

NOTES

STLT#38, Morning Has Broken