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ShelleysBelly
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since 2002-10-04

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0 posted 2002-10-04 11:10 AM

Hi everyone,

I really need help from all you poetry gurus out there. My girlfriend wants to read a poem at her mothers funeral, but she can't remember the title or author, all she can remember is that it is to do with death and it's a beautiful poem.
The words she remembers from it are:
"Open Door"
"round the"
"Behind the door"
Sorry, I know this really isn't very much to go on, but if it does ring a bell with you, could you post a reply.
It would mean so much to my girlfriend if she could find this poem.
Thanks for any help.

p.s. I've trawled the web for hours, you guys are the last resort. Cheers.

Nan

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1 posted 2002-10-04 11:14 AM

Can you come up with more of the verse? These are such common terms, that a search engine isn't likely to bring us to the poem in very quick order...

Sunshine

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2 posted 2002-10-04 11:18 AM

Is this it?

quote:
IT IS THEN YOU HEAR THE HUSH

It is when the funeral’s over and the family has gone home,
That you suddenly discover just how much you are alone.
When that fateful day has ended, and it’s time to go to bed,
Total emptiness then grips you, and you heart feels just like lead.

With your misted eyes you notice all the flowers in the house.
You recall the many greetings: We’re so sad you lost your spouse.
But the sentiments are empty. No one knows just how you feel.
For the devastation in you, you don’t think will ever heal.

It is then you look around you, and you see your loved-one’s things.
Oh what pain wells up within you! How your soul with anguish wrings!
When your eyes fall on his sweater hanging limp behind the door,
It is then the cruel truth hits you: He won’t need it any more.

When you look out through your window, you see the same old things:
The world’s not at a stand still! New sorrow this fact brings.
Why does life keep on like always? Why’s there action everywhere?
It is then you feel like screaming: Doesn’t anybody care?

When you think of all the pleasures you and he had often shared,
You are filled with sudden anger--for his death you weren’t prepared.
All those dreams of pleasant leisure as you reach your senior years:
All those plans of fun together, just bring on a flood of tears.

When your head’s upon your pillow, and you try your best to rest,
It is then you hear him whisper: “Our Lord knows what is best.
Don’t give up, my darling partner. I will always be around.
Carry on as though I’m with you. There’s a new life to be found.”

It is then, when all is darkness, and life’s at its very worst,
You can feel his words of comfort, like a rain cloud that has burst,
Start to heal your heart that’s broken. As with tears your soul’s awash,
There’s a stillness creeping through you. It is then you hear THE HUSH.

I hope this little talk will help us as Christians to support our brothers and sisters who are grieving over the loss of a loved one, no matter how long it takes for them to get over it. Remember, there is no time limit on grief.
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ShelleysBelly
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since 2002-10-04

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3 posted 2002-10-04 11:33 AM

Know that their is not much to go on, it will be related to a mother dying.

Thanks again to everyone that's replied so far.

RSWells
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since 2001-06-17

Posts 2533

4 posted 2002-10-04 12:05 PM

Could it be this? Author karen Stepp;

Behold the Son who stands and knocks,
Upon every heart of every nation,
The one who drank the cup of anger,
And paid the price of our salvation,

Son of God and Son of man,
He walked upon this land,
Offering love and life to all,
Who would reach to take His hand,

Oh, the cross was a cruel price to pay,
For us, the sinners that were lost,
But through His great and mighty love,
He endured the torture of the cross,

And rose again to join the Father,
Let all the earth rejoice,
So children, please open the door to life,
When next you hear His voice.

RSWells
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5 posted 2002-10-04 12:10 PM

Or this? by Cecil Caffee;

Just As The Shepherd Must Look After The Sheep
I Pray, Lord, That My Soul You Will Keep
As I Look Around At This Field I've Entered In
I Look For The Shepherd, The Keeper, My Friend.
As I Begin To Wander And Roam Far From Home
I Begin To Cry Out With A Trembling Voice
O' God! Help Me As I Have Made A Wrong Choice
And With Arms Open Wide You Welcome Me Home.

As Back With The Rest Of The Flock I Dwell
I Know That You Will Save My Soul From Hell
As A Mother Watches Her Children At Play
You Stand By My Side Til The End Of The Day.

Then When The Day Is Done, It's Home We Will Go
To A Place The World Will Never Come To Know
As I Enter With You Into Heavens Open Door
There To Be With You Forever And Ever More.

RSWells
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6 posted 2002-10-04 12:29 PM

Author unknown;

The faith of the Christian is simple and sweet,
Yet it's precious, more precious than gold.
It's faith in the Saviour that makes us complete,
And that opens the door to the Fold.
The faith of the Christian is steadfast and sure,
And it holds against tempest and shock.
It's sturdy foundation will ever endure,
For it's built upon Jesus, The Rock.

The faith of the Christian is humble and low:
It is happy in mansion or shack.
You'll find it abiding wherever you go,
For it dwells on both sides of the track.

The faith of the Christian is tested and proved;
Quite often it's tired till it hurts.
But, after the battle, it still is unmoved.
Oh it's wonderful, Friend, and it works!

The faith of the Christian is reckless, but right;
It will venture where brains fear to tread.
It overcomes easily mountain or height,
For it springs from the heart, not the head.

The faith of the Christian is hard to explain;
It's not smelled, tasted, felt, seen, or heard.
Enduring though ages, it so shall remain.
It's eternal. It's built on the Word!

Mysteria

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British Columbia, Canada

7 posted 2002-10-05 02:10 AM

This one is used quite a bit as a classic but it is "around the corner" maybe this is it?

ALL IS WELL
Death is nothing at all
I have only slipped into the next room
I am I and you are you
Whatever we were to each other we still are.
Call me by my old familiar name
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used
Put no difference in your tone
Wear no false air of solemnity or sorrow
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effort
without the ghost of a shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant
It is the same as it ever was
There is absolute unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind - because I am out of sight
I am waiting for you for an interval
Somewhere very near, just around the corner.
ALL IS WELL.

ShelleysBelly
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since 2002-10-04

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8 posted 2002-10-05 07:56 AM

Thanks again to everyone that has replied.
Will be showing my girlfriend the poems to see if any match.

Cheers one and all
xxx

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