Chapters (98)
- Cover
- About the Author
- Foreword
- REMEMBER ME WHEN I AM GONE AWAY …
- ‘Remember me when I am gone away’
- Heaven-Haven
- Life Goes On
- Living Each Day
- ‘Death is nothing at all’
- Remember Me
- ‘I’m here for a short visit only’
- ‘No longer mourn for me when I am dead’
- If Death is Kind
- Fare Well
- When I Died
- ‘Because I could not stop for Death’
- ‘I see myself now at the end of my journey’
- Requiem
- ‘I thought I’d write my own obituary’
- Think of Me Then
- The New Path
- Footprints in the Sand
- The Book
- The Legacy
- ‘A thing of beauty is a joy for ever’
- When I Have Fears
- A Song of Living
- ‘I should like to be buried in a summer forest’
- ‘I would not have a god come in’
- I’ve Made Out a Will
- Coda
- Rest
- Prayer
- A TINY LAMP HAS GONE OUT IN MY TENT …
- ‘You must not shut the night inside you’
- Prayer for the Little Daughter between Death and Burial
- Epitaph on a Child
- On the Death of a Child
- Four Candles
- Too Soon
- Requiescat
- ‘Promise you won’t forget about me, ever’
- HE WAS MY NORTH, MY SOUTH, MY EAST AND WEST …
- Funeral Blues
- ‘Music, when soft voices die’
- ‘As birds are fitted to the boughs’
- Farewell, Sweet Dust
- Echo
- The Kaleidoscope
- Verses Written on Her Deathbed at Bath to Her Husband in London
- A Widow’s Hymn
- ‘Time does not bring relief’
- Tomorrows
- ‘Never more will the wind’
- Marriage and Death
- Inseparable
- ‘Dear gentle soul, who went so soon away’
- In Memoriam E. S.
- WORN FEATURES OF ANCESTRAL MOULD …
- Highland Graveyard
- ‘Another and another and another’
- ‘Fear no more the heat o’ the sun’
- ‘By ways remote and distant waters sped’
- ‘Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore’
- Elegy
- I Wish You Enough
- While I Slept
- ‘Do not go gentle into that good night’
- Coat
- ‘The rooms and days we wandered through’
- The Friend
- ‘You can shed tears that she is gone’
- Inside Our Dreams
- Traditional Gaelic Blessing
- TO EVERY THING THERE IS A SEASON …
- ‘To every thing there is a season’
- ‘Our revels now are ended’
- So Many Different Lengths of Time
- ‘Come, fill the Cup’
- ‘Remember now thy Creator in the days of thy youth’
- ‘Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels’
- ‘Death be not proud’
- ‘Home is where one starts from’
- Dirge without Music
- ‘don’t tell me that I mourn too much’
- All Things Pass
- Earth
- On Death
- Gone from My Sight
- The Wheel
- Live Your Life
- Prayer
- Old Irish Toast
- For My Own Tomb-stone
- Notes
- Acknowledgements
- JULIA WATSON
- THIS IS JUST THE BEGINNING
Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky.
In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand.
Sometimes there were two sets of footprints.
Other times there was only one.
This bothered me because I noticed
During the low periods of my life when I was
Suffering from anguish, sorrow or defeat,
I could see only one set of footprints.
So I said to the Lord, ‘You promised me,
Lord, that if I followed You,
You would walk with me always.
But I noticed during the most trying periods
Of my life there has only been
One set of prints in the sand.
Why, when I needed You most,
Have You not been there for me?’
The Lord replied,
‘The times when you have seen only one set of footprints
It was then that I carried you.’
Anon.
The Book
Go to that place we loved, our secret place.
Close your eyes and you’ll see my face.
Play that tune, the tune we loved to hear.
Close your eyes and you’ll see me clear.
Walk on a beach or climb to the top of a hill.
Close your eyes and you’ll see me still.
Take a sip of wine, of dark red wine.
Close your eyes and you’ll see me fine.
At night go out and look at the brightest star.
Close your eyes and you’ll see me far.
On a day when the sky is blue and cold and clear,
Close your eyes and you’ll see me near.
Take down a book that would have been my choice.
Open the book. Close your eyes. You’ll hear my voice.
Paul Meadows (1969– )
The Legacy
The song of the wind in the tree
The hang and heave of the sea
The cry of a bird on the wing
This is my legacy.
The sun on a frosting of dew
The rain when it comes on cue
The greening and the shining
I leave all this to you.
Sarah-Jane Brooks (1963–)
‘A thing of beauty is a joy for ever’
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o’er-darkened ways
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits…
from Endymion, John Keats (1795–1821)
When I Have Fears
When I have fears, as Keats had fears,
Of the moment I’ll cease to be
I console myself with vanished years
Remembered laughter, remembered tears,
And the peace of the changing sea.
When I feel sad, as Keats felt sad,
That my life is so nearly done