REVEREND JOHN CHAFER

SPIRITUAL MEDIUM

Indian Prayer

 

When I am dead
Cry for me a little
Think of me sometimes
But not too much.
Think of me now and again
As I was in life
At some moments it's pleasant to recall
But not for long.
Leave me in peace
And I shall leave you in peace
And while you live
Let your thoughts be with the living.

 

Do not stand at my Grave and Weep

 

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep
I am a 1,000 winds that blow
I am the diamond glints on snow
I am the sun on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled light
I am the soft star that shines at night
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there; I did not die.

Anon, 20th century

 

Death is nothing at all

Death is nothing at all,
I have only slipped into the next room
I am I and you are you
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by my old familiar name,
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used
Put no difference in your tone,
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household world that it always was,
Let it be spoken without effect, without the trace of shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It it the same as it ever was, there is unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near,
Just around the corner.
All is well.

Henry Scott Holland
1847-1918
Canon of St Paul's Cathedral

 

Don't think of him as gone away
his journey's just begun,
life holds so many facets
this earth is only one.

Just think of him as resting
from the sorrows and the tears
in a place of warmth and comfort
where there are no days and years.

Think how he must be wishing
that we could know today
how nothing but our sadness
can really pass away.

And think of him as living
in the hearts of those he touched...
for nothing loved is ever lost
and he was loved so much

 

You can shed  tears that he is gone or you can smile because he has lived
You can close your eyes and pray that he will come back, or you can  open your eyes and see all that he has left
Your heart can be empty because you can t see him or you can be full of the love that you shared
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday, or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday
You can remember him and only that he is gone, or you can cherish his memory and let it live on
You  can cry and close your mind be empty and turn your back, or you can do what he would want, smile open your eyes love  and go on
 
 
I believe these  words have  no gender  or apply to  any  relationship  they simply  are connected to the ones we have loved and who still love us

anon