Category Archives: Poetry
Perhaps if death is kind, and there can be returning,
We will come back to earth some fragrant night,
And take these lanes to find the sea, and bending
Breathe the same honeysuckle, low and white.
We will come down at night to these resounding beaches
And the long gentle thunder of the sea,
Here for a single hour in the wide starlight
We shall be happy, for the dead are free.
Sara Teasdale (1884-1933)
When I trained to be a funeral celebrant we were given a folder of wonderful poems, all with a funeral theme (there are also many funeral poems available on the internet). For me, poetry can play a key part in a funeral, because poetry can express the inexpressible, it can both act as a salve, and an attempt to connect to things higher than ourselves. It can also be an attempt to try to understand the mystery of death itself, and the question we often ask when faced with the death of a loved one–or indeed thoughts of our own death–what exactly happens when we die? Read More…