Christian Funeral Poems

Construction workers, fishermen,
hands broadened,
reddened cracks in the wintertime,
teachers, office workers,
a standing cashier feels aging
in her legs,
careers extended.
Can it be just a few more years til
they...

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Arising in softest sapphire,
Shimmery as the night,
Inviting silence to release her,
Tears flowing, thick and sincere,
Breaking through melancholy,
Trembling with dark dread,
Erasing all the soul’s vivacity –
Erasing...

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Some hearts will go on, 
Braving the storms, the pain,
Even though you’re gone,
You’re there in ways I can’t explain.

Some of those who believe,
Will speak of...

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Still here,
Leaves dancing in the winds,
Winds resonating, graceful and breathless,
Like the seasons who still light,
Brilliant promises in rays, glowing softly,
Gentling the night’s whimsical breath,
Roaring through...

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When I eventually died 

And was medically pronounced dead 

What remained of my body after I was dead 

Had to be disposed of eventually 

Cremation...

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Ice formed in craggy spirals 
Upside down and billowed
on the outstretched arms
of a winter dead willow
still awaiting Spring’s charm

sunlight peered through 
the glistening frozen crystals...

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Tortured by the looming death,
Beloved, a mother… in hospice care
Difficult for her to understand, she breathed
A prayer, silently begging the Creator to give her
Another day,...

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Sackcloth and ashes
blood and steel clashes 

carbon dust burnt at last 
digging the umber crust

sackcloth and ashes lie 
as time passes into the future 

it...

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The Light Poem:  by Shawn Wilkinson

I’ve done the hard work.
My chains are Freed
I’m am relieved
I’m a new person indeed.

Free to make new choices
Out of...

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On this day
A day of sigh
A wooden box
My body may lie
But Me myself
You will not find
In the ground
I won't be found
For I am no longer
Earthly...

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I
small father, The Arch is missed even by Dalai Lama, Buddhists
this writer loves Israel, but Tutu cried for Palestine, fellow-activists
my truth: the Arch gave me...

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I woke up this morning. The Lord was holding my hand
And we were looking down at me
You will find my name on the obituary page
But...

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Act Eight, Chapter One. Part Two
                Part of a grander...

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UNCLE DUBBY

I’ll tell you who Uncle Dubby is
The true backbone of our family
The root of where it all began
The beginning of our family tree
First with...

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Dance my soul

Though your day is dark

And night is long-cold

Take heart for the tide will soon turn

And pain fades away

It has been a winding tedious...

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