The Dragonfly

It was my Aunty Marjorie’s funeral today, and although the service was short, it was beautiful. The vicar told a story about water beetles, which I thought was a lovely way to describe death. We already know that God has promised us eternal life, and this was a great way to interpret that. “There was once a community of water beetles living in a little pond underneath the lily pads. Every once in a while, sadness would come to the...

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Loved Ones

This is read every year at the Lights of Love service at Wheatfields Hospice. It’s a really lovely poem, with such a beautiful meaning. My Grandad was cared for at Wheatfields and they do such fantastic work. It’s nice to go back each year to support them. So many Christmas memories, Now touched by gentle tears Of Christmas shared with loved ones Left as precious souvenirs. The warmth of smiles and laughter, That extra special...

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Remembrance

I’ve just watched the Songs of Praise Remembrance special, and this poem was read. It’s a poem that is now synonymous with Remembrance day and captures the feelings perfectly. They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning We will remember them. Extract from For the Fallen by Laurence Binyon This put me in mind of af a poem...

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