Tag Archives: Poetry

[Don’t let me leave you, I may die]

by Kseniya Marennikova (translated by Daniel Weissbort)
Posted on May 3, 2011 by Aurora Wells (Blog Writer, SevenPonds)

Don’t let me leave you, I may die faster than they think, because what is death. just a walk in the cold just a walk in the cold in an open shirt, hand in hand.

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In Remembrance

by Rev. Arnold Crompton
Posted on March 29, 2011 by Aurora Wells (Blog Writer, SevenPonds)

This poem is one of celebrant Irene Kane‘s favorite pieces to incorporate into the memorial services she leads; it both speaks to a universal sentiment, and readily lends itself to personalized adaptation.  It reminds me of Suzette’s grandmother’s final words … Continue reading →

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Do not stand at my grave and weep

by Mary Elizabeth Frye
Posted on March 22, 2011 by Aurora Wells (Blog Writer, SevenPonds)

Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. I am in a thousand winds that blow, I am the softly falling snow. I am the gentle showers of rain, I am the … Continue reading →

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Empty Branch in the Orchard

by Mary Oliver
Posted on March 15, 2011 by Aurora Wells (Blog Writer, SevenPonds)

To have loved is everything, I loved, once, a hummingbird who came every afternoon– the freedom-loving male– who flew by himself to sample the sweets of the garden, to sit on a high, leafless branch with his red throat gleaming. … Continue reading →

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The Beauty of Death XIV by Khalil Gibran

Part Three - The Remains
Posted on March 5, 2011 by Aurora Wells (Blog Writer, SevenPonds)

Unwrap me from this white linen shroud and clothe me With leaves of jasmine and lilies; Take my body from the ivory casket and let it rest Upon pillows of orange blossoms. Lament me not, but sing songs of youth … Continue reading →

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The Beauty of Death XIV by Khalil Gibran

Part Two - The Ascending
Posted on February 25, 2011 by Aurora Wells (Blog Writer, SevenPonds)

I have passed a mountain peak and my soul is soaring in the Firmament of complete and unbound freedom; I am far, far away, my companions, and the clouds are Hiding the hills from my eyes. The valleys are becoming … Continue reading →

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