Hi Debbie, I am sorry for your loss! Here are a couple poems that comforted me when I lost my son. Take care, Robbin
The Ship
I am standing by the seashore.
A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze
and starts for the blue ocean.
She is an object of beauty and strength,
and I stand and watch
until at last she hangs like a peck of white cloud
just where the sun and sky come down to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says, 'There she goes!
Gone where? Gone from my sight - that is all.
She is just as large in mast and hull and spar
as she was when she left my side
and just as able to bear her load of living freight
to the places of destination.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her.
And just at the moment when someone at my side says,
'There she goes! ' ,
there are other eyes watching her coming,
and other voices ready to take up the glad shout :
'Here she comes!'
by Henry Van Dyke
and...
The Rose That Grows Beyond The Wall
Near shady wall a rose once grew
Budded and blossomed in God's free light,
Watered and fed by morning dew,
Shedding its sweetness day and night.
As it grew and blossomed fair and tall,
Slowly rising to loftier height
It came to a crevice in the wall,
Through which there shone a beam of light.
Onward it crept with added strength
With never a thought of fear or pride
It followed the light through the crevice length
And unfolded itself on the other side
The light, the dew, the broadening view,
Were found the same as they were before
And it lost itself in beauties new
Breathing its fragrance more and more
Shall claim of death cause us to grieve
And make our courage faint or fall
Nay, let us faith and hope receive
The Rose Still Grows Beyond the Wall
Scattering fragrance far and wide
Just as it did in days of yore
Just as it did on the other side
Just as it will forever more.
A.L. Fink
I wish you a multitude of arms to comfort you!