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Condolence Poem
We know we’ll have days When we’ll have to mourn, Our tears will keep falling Our hearts feel torn.
Our throats become sore We can’t speak quite right Our ears will not listen We won’t have clear sight.
Our minds become heavy With sorrow and pain Our tears are as endless As a warm summers rain.
It’s then we remember
What our teachings would cite That comforts us through
Our most sorrowful night.
Loved ones who’ve passed Begin a journey they say They travel back home Along the milky way.
They dance with the stars They sparkle and shine Now they are home
With the Creator divine.
Our teachings then help To dry up our tears
To clear our throats
To open our ears.
Some say a week
Ten days to a year
To start healing – from losing A loved one so dear.
The balance of life
Can always be found
There’s sun and there’s moon, There’s up and there’s down.
There’s planting and harvest And sureness and doubt And backwards and forward, And still and about.
There’s happy and sad,
There’s day and there’s night There‘s sunshine and rain There’s black and there’s white.
The circle of life
Balances sunset and dawn As both are connected
For life to go on...
Commemoration • Education • Healing/Wellness 9