Cycle of Life

By Tirupathi Chandrupatla

Life, like a cloud
Rises from tree and sea
Life, like a stream
Rains from the cloud
Life, like a river
Collects from the stream
Life, like the ocean
Gathers from the river
Over and underground
Life, in an endless cycle
Goes on round and round.

Death Happens Oh Too Quick

By Melody Mepham

Death came
And now my brother is gone.
Death took
The happiest child around.
Death cares
about nothing at all
Death thinks
of only the pain it causes.
Death happens
oh too quick.

Death came
And tore my family apart.
Death took
our dreams of a family
Death cares
about the tears that fall.
Death thinks
our misery is it’s muse.
death happens
oh too quick

Death came
and now i must move on
Death took
my will to hold
Death cares
whether it drags you down or not
Death thinks
we can let go
But sometimes
Death
Happens
OH
Too
Quick

Remember

by Christina Rossetti

Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can go no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you planned:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.

Life Goes On

By Tirupathi Chandrupatla

life takes birth
in death does it end
life
death
life life death death
life death life death
there’s balance
life life life death
life death death life
population rises
death life death death
life death death death
population drops
life death life life
death life life
life number count must tally
death number eventually
in life we differ
in death we all agree
in life we’re many
in death we’re all one
life and death
two sides of a coin
tossed by unknown force
is it head or tail…
whatever outcome it is
life goes on and on.

Passing On

By Udiah (witness to Yah)

To be absent from the body
Is to be present with the Lord
The dust returns to earth
The spirit returns to God Who gave it

(2 Cor 5: 8, Eccl 12: 7)

Life and Death

By Alex Lewis

Life was born when Death died
Death to live had tried and tried
but Life arrived smiling with glee
Death’s death had set Life free
Death’s funeral was a happy one
too bad that Death’s death will be undone
i know one day Death will live
to Life will i not a funeral give
let tears fall when Life decides to die
in death maybe Life won’t be so shy
all we can do is hope and pray
that Life will postpone that sorrowful day
and if that day will tomorrow come
Life’s life and Death’s death will (surely) come undone

Angel of Death

By Udiah (witness to Yah)

In darkness of the night
I spied him in a tree
Sat I froze by the sight
He was looking at me
The summer’s heat became a chill
The angel of death at his kill

My heart skipped with the fright
Blinked my eyes to bet’r see
Glanced back with all my might
Parted he my comp’ny
My chest was quickly pounding still
The angel of death at his kill

I did rise and take flight
The fear made me to flee
From darkness into light
To free captivity
Unbinding my soul from his will
The angel of death at his kill

Many years since that night
Gazed I on that braz’n be
Mem’ries of still incite
Fears of my slavery
Existence of him makes me ill
The angel of death at his kill

She’s Gone

By Jessica Papp

Death of Great Grandma Poem

There’s this pain within my heart
That makes me cry and weep
Because my Grandma was very ill
And now she is asleep
The fond memories of her
Has helped me to sustain
Though this time of hardships
And through this time of pain
She always told me to be strong
And don’t let the world win
And those words I’ll cherish
Right up to the very end

A Prayer for Dad

By Udiah (witness to Yah)

Lord, Shepherd my dad today
In green pastures let him lay
To still waters guide his way
Restoreth his soul, I pray

Lead him in the paths of right
Through the valley give him light
When he’s afraid ease his fright
With Thy rod and staff lend might

Prepare a table of spoil
Annointest his head with oil
Give to him a cup that’s royal
Let goodness follow his toil

And Thy mercy cease never
May he dwell in Thy house forever
This I ask in Jesus’ name, Amen
(Psalm 23)

I Miss My Big Brother

By Lora Sedell

From day one,
without knowing it,
I loved you with all my heart.
As I grew older I looked up to you and to no other.
Yes, we fought many of times but you supported,
and encouraged me in everything I did.
You were my best friend and my hero.

At night I miss the sound of your music,
I miss you climbing through the window when you were late.
I miss your comfort and the way you made me feel safe.
I miss our nonsense arguments and all our wrestling matches just to pass time.
I like to remember our times together good times and the bad.
I regret the times I yelled at you when you were only trying to help,
but you know I only did it because you did it to me.
I wanted to do everything you did,
because I wanted to be JUST like you!

I miss your smile,
and I miss the way our room smelt of your cologne.
But most of all I miss your reassuring hugs and playful kisses.
I wish I could go back and tell you how I felt,
tell you that I really need you no matter what I said.
I kept your favorite sweater and wear it every time I miss you
like I did when I was little.
I will always love you no matter how long its been,
since the day your life came to an end.
I miss my big brother.
R.I.P Chris 1/8/90 – 1/4/04