Another leaf has fallen,

another soul has gone.

But still we have God’s promises,

in every robin’s song.

For he is in His heaven,

and though He takes away,

He always leaves to mortals,

the bright sun’s kindly ray.

He leaves the fragrant blossoms,

and lovely forest, green.

And gives us new found comfort,

when we on Him will lean

When I come to the end of the

road and the sun has set for me,

I want no rites in a gloom-filled room.

Why cry for a soul set free!

Miss me a little, but not too long,

and not with your head bowed low.

Remember the love that we once

shared, miss me but let me go.

For this journey we all must take,

and each must go alone.

It’s all part of the Master plan,

a step on the road to home.

When you are lonely

and sick of heart,

go to the friends we know

and bury your sorrows

in doing good deeds.

Miss me, but let me go.

May Christ support

us all the day long,

till the shadows lengthen,

and the evening comes,

and the busy world is hushed,

and the fever of life is over

and our work is done.

Then in His mercy may

He give us a safe lodging,

and holy rest and

peace at the last.


A bouquet of beautiful memories,

sprayed with a million tears,

wishing God could have spared you,

if just for a few more years.

It does not take a special day,

for us to think of you,

each Mass we hear,

each prayer we say,

is offered up for you.

We cannot bring the old days back,

when we were all together,

our family chain is broken now,

but memories live forever.

I am home in heaven, dear ones;

oh, so happy and so bright!

There is a perfect joy and

beauty in the 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.

There is work still waiting for you,

so you must not idly stand,

do it now, while life remaineth–

you shall rest in God’s own 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!

Our Father,

who art in heaven,

hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come,

thy will be done on earth

as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread.

And forgive us our trespasses,

as we forgive those who

trespass against us.

And lead us not into temptation,

but deliver us from evil.

For thine is the kingdom,

and the power,

and the glory, forever.


I’d like the memory of me
to be a happy one,
I’d like to leave an afterglow
of smiles when life is done.

I’d like to leave an echo
whispering softly down the ways,
Of happy times and laughing times
and bright and sunny days.

I’d like the tears of those who
grieve, to dry before the sun;
Of happy memories that I leave
When day is done.

– Helen Lowrie Marshall