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The Funeral Poetry listed below is appropriate for Reading prior to a Funeral Butterfly Release, a graveside butterfly release or a backyard memorial butterfly release. |
Funeral Poetry |
Butterfly Funeral Poetry Collection Item # 1B |
A Symbol of Hope
A Symbol of Hope A butterfly lights beside us like a sunbeam And for a brief moment its glory and beauty belong to our world But then it flies again And though we wish it could have stayed... We feel lucky to have seen it. Unknown |
Butterfly Funeral Poetry Collection Item # 2B |
Am Always With You
When I am gone, release me, let me go. I have so many things to see and do, You mustn't tie yourself to me with too many tears, But be thankful we had so many good years. I gave you my love, and you can only guess How much you've given me in happiness. I thank you for the love that you have shown, But now it is time I traveled on alone. So grieve for me a while, if grieve you must Then let your grief be comforted by trust That it is only for a while that we must part, So treasure the memories within your heart. I won't be far away for life goes on. And if you need me, call and I will come. Though you can't see or touch me, I will be near And if you listen with your heart, you'll hear All my love around you soft and clear And then, when you come this way alone, I'll greet you with a smile and a "Welcome Home". Unknown |
Butterfly Funeral Poetry Collection Item # 3B |
Messenger of God
Oh, Little Butterfly, Messenger of God, When I see you in the sky I cannot help but nod. You bring me respite From grief and despair Every time I see you Sailing through the air. You renew my faith In all God's wondrous plan, And I know it's all in FAITH, Not in what I understand. Kathryn Poland (4-12-01) |
Butterfly Funeral Poetry Collection Item # 4B |
I AM NOT THERE
Do not stand by my grave and weep For I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am diamonds that glint on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning hush I am the swift uplifting rush of butterflies in joyous flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry. I am not there. I did not die. Unknown |
Butterfly Funeral Poetry Collection Item# 5B |
Butterfly Memorial Poem
A rush of wings they flutter high to touch the sun and kiss the sky A butterfly is with us now No more a caterpillar upon a leaf (Person's Name) with angel wings A soaring butterfly with us they sing by Lili Pintea-Reed copyright 2002 for the IBBA |
Butterfly Funeral Poetry Collection Item # 6B |
Butterfly Benediction
May the morning sun caress you, The rains of change refresh you, And the gentle breeze of His Spirit Lift the wings of your transformation. by Richard D. Breen, copyright 2003 Dedicated to my mother, Frances F. Breen, 81 |
Butterfly Funeral Poetry Collection Item # 7B |
On The Wings Of Hope
As an ancient legend goes; If anyone desires a wish to come true, they must capture a butterfly and whisper that wish to it. Since butterflies make no sound, They can’t tell that wish to anyone but the Great Spirit, So by making the wish and releasing the butterfly, It will be taken to the heavens and be granted. Although this legend implies that we should keep our wishes silent, there are some wishes that need to be expressed out loud. To those that have been touched by the disease we are helping to fight today, We wish the caregivers strength and tranquility, and thank them for their gifted labor of love. We wish the survivors a long and happy life, and thank them for showing us how to fight with courage and determination. We wish those currently fighting the battle energy and hope, and thank them for showing us what true bravery is all about. And finally, we wish the victims peace and love, and thank them for the joy and happiness they brought to us. With this symbolic gesture, we honor those that have left us and encourage those left behind to continue the fight “On the Wings of Hope”. LegendAs you release this butterfly in honor of me, know that I'm with you and will always be. Hold a hand, say a prayer, close your eyes and see me there. Although you may feel a bit torn apart, please know that I'll be forever in your heart. Now fly away butterfly as high as you can go, I'm right there with you more than you know. By Jill Haley |
Butterfly Funeral Poetry Collection Item # 8B |
While Waiting for Thee:
Don't weep at my grave, for I am not there, I've a date with a butterfly to dance in the air. I'll be singing in the sunshine, wild and free, Playing tag with the wind, while I'm waiting for thee. ~~ We are as the wings of a butterfly, bound together with the love of God~~ Jenn, The Butterfly BoxFrom Dan & Zane Greathouse: A couple of weeks ago, we filled an order for a 22 year-old's funeral, and we received this poem from the funeral..."A butterfly lights beside us like a sunbeam. And for a brief moment its glory and beauty belong to our world. But then it flies on again, and though we wish it could have stayed, we feel so lucky to have seen it."On the back of the paper it says:"Today we celebrate life with the release of butterflies. The animals you have been given will emerge from their envelopes and alight on your hand for a moment before flying off. Butterflies, a symbol of life, and freedom, were always special to (name). When instructed, please open the envelope and allow the butterfly to emerge on its own. It may take a few moments for the beautiful creature to adjust to the light and temperature before it flies off. These animals are natives, will thrive and insure the continuation of their species, keeping memory alive." |
Butterfly Funeral Poetry Collection Item # 9B |
This Butterfly Story was sent in by Tammy in honor of her son Christopher
In a green meadow filled with Milkweed and flowers there lived a colony of caterpillars. They were a happy colony, living a quiet life in the cool shade. For many months they were very busy, scurrying around and munching on the soft Milkweed leaves. They did notice that every once in a while one of the colony seemed to lose interest in crawling around with its friends. It would go off alone and crawl high up in the trees. It gradually moved out of sight and was seen no more. “Look!” said one of the caterpillars to another, “one of our colony is climbing up to the tops of the trees. Where do you think he is going?” Up, up and up it slowly went…even as they watched, the caterpillar disappeared from sight. Its friends waited and waited but it didn’t return. “That’s funny!” said one caterpillar to another. “Wasn’t he happy here?” asked another. “Where do you suppose he went ?” wondered a third. No one had an answer. They were greatly puzzled. Finally one of the caterpillars gathered its friends together. “I have an idea. The next one of us who climbs to the tops of the trees must promise to come back and tell us where he or she went and why.” “We promise…” they all said solemnly. One spring day not long after the caterpillar who had suggested the plan found himself climbing high up into the trees. Up up and up he went, higher and higher into the trees. Before he knew what was happening he had broken through the canopy of leaves into the warm sunlight and fell into a deep sleep. When he awoke he looked about in surprise. He couldn’t believe what he saw. A startling change had come over his old body. He now had beautiful wings! Even as he struggled he felt an impulse to move his wings. The warmth of the sun soon dried the moisture from his new body. He moved his wings again and suddenly found himself flying into the blue sky. He had become a butterfly. Swooping and dipping in great curves he flew through the air. He felt exhilarated in the new atmosphere. By and by the new butterfly landed on a leaf to rest. Then it was that he chanced to look below to the bottom of the meadow. Why, he was right above his old friends the caterpillars! There they were, crawling around and munching on Milkweed, just as he had been doing before. Then the butterfly remembered his promise. Without thinking the butterfly darted down. He landed on a flower and looked into the grass. Now that he was a butterfly he could no longer go back. “I can’t return!” he said in dismay. “At least I tried, but I can’t keep my promise. Even if I could go back, not one of the caterpillars would know me in my new body. I guess I’ll just have to wait until they become butterflies too. Then they’ll understand what has happened to me and where I went.” And the butterfly winged off happily into its new world of sun and air. Dear God, please remember those who have left the meadow we live in…and remember us who are still here. |
Butterfly Funeral Poetry Collection Item # 10B |
MY FIRST CHRISTMAS IN HEAVEN I see the countless Christmas trees around the world below With tiny lights like Heaven's stars, reflecting on the snow. The sight is so spectacular, please wipe away the tear For I am spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year. I hear the many Christmas songs that people hold so dear But the sounds of music can't compare with the Christmas choir up here. I have no words to tell you, the joy their voices bring, For it is beyond description, to hear the angels sing. I know how much you miss me, I see the pain inside your heart. But I am not so far away, We really aren't apart. So be happy for me, dear ones, You know I hold you dear. And be glad I'm spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year. I sent you each a special gift, from my heavenly home above, I sent you each a memory of my undying love. After all love is a gift more precious than pure gold. It was always most important in the stories Jesus told. Please love and keep each other, as my Father said to do. For I can't count the blessing or love he has for each of you. So have a Merry Christmas and wipe away that tear. Remember, I am spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year As the Lord had finished creating the earth, something was missing so he chose pieces from all the flowers, threw them into the sky and blew life into them and the butterflies were born. From an Easter service attended by Penny Wilson of Monarch Meadows. |
| Bereavement Poetry and Funeral Readings |
Bereavement Poetry and Funeral Readings Collection Item # 1R |
Ten Years Without You
The time with you was all too brief Ten years have passed but we still grieve Missing you is still very strong. Although the years have come and gone Your memory is deep within out hearts Until the day we are no longer apart Unknown |
Bereavement Poetry and Funeral Readings Collection Item # 2R |
Still Missing You
They say there is a reason They say that time will heal But neither time nor reason Will change the way we feel. For no one knows the heartache that lies behind our smiles, No one knows how many times we have broken down and cried. We want to tell you something so there won't be any doubt, You're so wonderful to think of but so hard to be without. We cannot bring the old days back, when we were all together The family chain is broken now, but memories live forever. Unknown |
Bereavement Poetry and Funeral Readings Collection Item #3R |
Smile because he Lived You can shed tears that he is gone, or you can smile because he 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 back, or you can do what he would want: Smile, open your eyes, love and go on. Unknown |
Bereavement Poetry and Funeral Readings Collection Item # 4R |
One Day at a Time You lived your life one day at a time. The words you shared were always kind. You loved us all with your whole heart. It saddens us to be apart, and forever we hold you in our hearts Today you stand in God's bright light. Watching over us day and night. In our hearts you will remain Until the day we meet again... Forever Your love will live on in our hearts and the hearts of those you touched. We are so grateful to God for blessing our lives with the beautiful gift of you. We miss you sweet angel, more than you can imagine. Unknown |
Bereavement Poetry and Funeral Readings Collection Item # 5R |
Beautiful Memories A Bouquet of beautiful memories, Sprayed with a million tears, Wishing God could have spared you, If just for a few more years. We love you, we miss you and We are proud to keep your dream and vision alive. Unknown |
Bereavement Poetry and Funeral Readings Collection Item # 6R |
Little Did We Know Little did we know that morning that God would call you name. In life we loved you dearly, in death we do the same. It broke our hearts to lose you, you did not go alone. For part of us went with you the day God called you home. You left us peaceful memories, your love is still our guide. And though we cannot see you, you are always on our side. Our family chain is broken and nothing seems the same. But as God calls us one by one, the chain will link again. |
Bereavement Poetry and Funeral Readings Collection Item# 7R |
Safely Home I am home in Heaven, dear ones Oh, so happy and so bright! There is perfect joy and beauty in this everlasting light. All the pain and grief is over, Every restless tossing passed: I am now at peace forever, Safely home in Heaven at last. Did you wonder how I so calmly Trod the valley of shade? Oh! But Jesus' love illumined every dark and fearful glade. And he came himself to meet me in that way so hard to tread. And with Jesus' arm to lean on, could have no doubt or dread. Then you must not grieve so sorely, For I love you dearly still: Try to look beyond earth's shadows, Pray to trust our Father's will. There is work still waiting for you. So you must not idly stand: Do it now, while life remaineth - You shall rest in Jesus' land when that work is all completed. He will gently call you home: Oh, the rapture of that meeting, Oh, the joy to see you come! |
Bereavement Poetry and Funeral Readings Collection Item#8R |
My Beautiful Baby I thought that the night you died was the worst of my life. But that night I was able to hold and kiss you. I have wished every day and night since then to be able to do the same, but can only dream of it now. Some nights my dreams are so real, I awaken expecting to find you here with me. Dreams and memories can make you sad for not having future times together but they can also bring back happier times like the day that did bring us together 44 years ago |
Bereavement Poetry and Funeral Readings Collection Item #9R |
Dear Son It's been seven years since that tragic day. Physical tragedy brings pain and suffering, but for us Christians there is a supernatural strength that brings us hope, courage, and joy to keep perspective the reality that since we are immortals in the will of God, our meeting in Heaven is waiting for us: yes, one day we will be together again. It is our blessed hope, and because we were saved in this hope, we eagerly wait for our new bodies, bodies that will never be sick again and will never die. |
Bereavement Poetry and Funeral Readings Collection Item # 10R |
With Love Today We thought of you with love today, But this is nothing new, We thought of you yesterday and the days before that too. We think of you in silence and often speak you name. All we have now are our memories, and your picture in a frame. It broke our hearts to lose you, But you didn't go alone. A part of us went with you The day God took you home |