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Perhaps they are not the stars, but rather openings in Heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy.
Eskimo Legend


Forever Christmas Night… Forever Christmas Night…
All I really want for Christmas is something I cannot have.
A wish from deep within my soul A longing only those who’ve been there know For a little face staring at the tree Dancing with excitement on daddy’s knee Eyes full of wonder, shining so bright
And a head full of dreams on Christmas night. There’s something missing as I gaze at the tree For the thing I want most can never be.
Christmas night is a magical time It’s mysteries held in a nursery rhyme Where anything’s possible and dreams do come true That’s where my heart is waiting for you.
I do believe I’ll see you again I’ll have to settle for wishes ‘til then But so long as that day is well within sight It will be forever Christmas Night.
 Bereaved Birthdays Birthdays are a time for celebration Not a time for tears. But what happens when the birthdays No longer mark the years?
A birthday marks the moment A spirit enters earthly life To share it's special love and joy And learn from earthly strife.
Before a spirit comes to us, It knows when and how it must depart. It chooses its path carefully, We are honored from the start.
The sadness we now feel on such a joyous day, Is longing for our loved one's touch It's natural to feel this way. For even though the birthdays No longer mark a spirit's stay, Love continues on forever To touch us everyday.
I hug my precious memories Close to my heart And honor my beloved spirit child Who chose me from the start.


 Perhaps they are not the stars, but rather openings in Heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy.
Eskimo Legend





 
May God grant you always, A sunbeam to warm you A moonbeam to charm you A sheltering Angel So nothing can harm you. Laughter to cheer you, Faithful friends near you. And whenever you pray, Heaven to hear you.
 
May the road rise to meet you, May the wind be always at your back, May the sun shine warm upon your face, The rains fall soft upon your fields and, Until we meet again, May God hold you in the palm of His hand.

Light a Candle Unknown
And I will light a candle for you, To shatter all the darkness And bless the little time we knew. Like a beacon in the night, The flame will burn and guide us on our way. Oh, today I light a candle for you.

Light a Candle Light a candle for those we mourn. Into a new life they will be born. Do not look for them at the gravesite. They are somewhere else radiating their beautiful light. They have gone to a new world where there is no darkness, no pain. Their light and essence will always remain. Light a candle for those who have left this mortal place. They are free to travel through time and space. When we think of them, they are near. When we sit in a beautiful garden. Their voices we hear. When we listen to a divine symphony, We close our eyes, their faces we see. Light a candle for they have not really gone. With each flickering flame, in your hearts they will always belong. © A.Pell 24/08/2005
Christmas By James A. Kisnerer
Standing by my baby's grave, here on Christmas Eve, While other families are rejoicing, I can only grieve.
Tomorrow, it will be 8 years, since he's gone away, My 3 day old son passed away on Christmas Day.
So while the world rejoices for a Christ Child that was born, Happiness eludes me for it is my time to mourn.
I think of other mothers with their babies at their breast, But empty are my arms tonight my baby's laid to rest.
I know there must be other mothers, who have felt this pain, And wonder how they kept from going totally insane.
I thought about the Virgin's child so many years gone by, The first time that She held Him, She knew He was born to die.
She was a special lady so the Christmas story reads, But She had angels sent from God that helped to soothe her needs.
I stand alone beside his grave in the Christmas snow, This pain I suffer by myself no one will ever know.
The hour's growing late now soon it will be Christmas Day, I turn to go and quietly I hear a soft voice say.
"You're not alone the Angels know your pain and why you grieve, But be content he's safely in our arms this Christmas Eve."
Adapted by Jessie Donahue
Christmas From The Heart by Judy Burnette I heard your voice in the wind today and I turned to see your face; The warmth of the wind caressed me as I stood silently in place.
I felt your touch in the sun today as its warmth filled the sky; I closed my eyes for your embrace and my spirit soared high.
I saw your eyes in the window pane as I watched the falling rain; It seemed as each raindrop fell it quietly said your name.
I held you close in my heart today it made me feel complete; You may have died...but you are not gone you will always be a part of me.
As long as the sun shines... the wind blows... the rain falls... You will live on inside of me forever for that is all my heart knows.
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