GRENFELL, Joyce

Death

If I should die before the rest of you,

Break not a flower nor inscribe a stone.

Nor, when I'm gone, speak in a Sunday voice,

But be the usual selves that I have known.

Weep if you must,

Parting is hell.

But life goes on,

So... sing as well.

You’ve Just Walked On Ahead of Me

And I’ve got to understand

You must release the ones you love

And let go of their hand.

I try and cope the best I can

But I’m missing you so much

If I could only see you

And once more feel your touch.

Yes, you’ve just walked on ahead of me

Don’t worry I’ll be fine

But now and then I swear I feel

Your hand slip into mine.

In the garden at dusk

In the cool of the garden when the evening draws in

Serenity waits where the shadows begin

In the fragrance of dusk and the murmur of clover

The concerns that we carried pass peacefully over

Flowers in their fullness shed blessings about

And the turmoil of living fades quietly out

Hope glimmers through each evening star

And our cares will shrink to the size that they are.