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Favorite Epitaphs, Poems, & Scriptures
(Please submit your favorite to CrematoryUrns@aol.com for inclusion).
" . . . the Gardener cried . . .
Who picked my most precious Rose . . .
. . . . the answer came . . .
THE MASTER took it Home . . . . ."
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"...Ask yourself before you speak
is it kind
is it necessary
is it true
does it improve on the silence?"
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May you always have work for your hands to do,
May your pockets hold always a coin or two,
May the sun shine bright on your windowpane,
May the rainbow be certain to follow each rain,
May the hand of a friend always be near you,
And may God fill your heart with gladness to cheer you. |
I have fought a good fight,
I have finished my course,
I have kept the faith. |
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Where he leads me . . . .
. . . . . . I can safely go.
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The kiss of the sun for pardon,
the song of the birds for mirth,
One's nearer God's heart in a garden,
than anywhere else on earth. |
| "The moments we forego eternity itself cannot retrieve" |
Peace comes within the souls of people when
they realize their oneness with the universe. . . . Black Elk |
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. . . .time and tide wait for no man . . .
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Learn to make
the most of life,
lose not one happy day.
Time can never bring you back,
those chances swept away.
Leave no tender word unsaid,
love while life does last.
For the mill shall never turn again,
with water that has passed.
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If we fill our hours with regrets of yesterday
and with worries of tomorrow,
we will have no today in which to be thankful.
Turn your face to the sun
and the shadows will fall behind you.
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Lives of Good People remind us
we can make our lives sublime
And, Departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the Sands of Time . . . Longfellow |
Behold my friends as you pass by
As you are now - so once was I
As I am now - soon you shall be
Give thyself to GOD and follow me . . .
Life is not measured
by the number of breaths we take,
But by the moments
that take our breath away...........
"We are far more free
than we allow ourselves to be."
As it was,
As it is,
As it shall be
Evermore,
Through Heavenly Grace!
With the ebb
With the flow
Ancient.
What we call the beginning is often the end.
And to make an end is to make a beginning.
The end is where we start from. T.S. Eliot
Above All Things -
Truth Beareth Away The Victory
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