I attend a lot of funerals. I suspect I attend more funerals, prayer services and visitations than almost anyone. Many funeral bulletin or folders have little verses inside of them. I will have to confess that I'm not impressed by too many of them.
Some of these short poems are a little shallow or speak as if grief isn't the powerful force that I know it to be. Some even offend me a bit such as those which speak of God needing an angel and that's why this person died. I'd rather not blame God.
But, I don't think I should be able to criticize without trying to do something myself. So, here's my attempt at a funeral verse.
Joy and Sorrow Hand in Hand
Life is my Savior’s gift from the Father above,
Where I find joy in family, job and human love.
But with the joy came sad events I hadn’t planned
So I discovered that sorrow and joy walk hand in hand.
As a child I saw life as an adventure to explore,
I had sandbox fun, loved friends and so much more.
Yet early on came illness, pain and troubles to the sand,
In my youth I learned sorrows and joys walk hand in hand.
I found one to marry, and we had kids to boot.
What happiness there was as our family took root!
But death came too, and problems to our family band,
Which mixed together sorrow and joy, walking hand in hand.
And now I’m gone, I’ve died, don’t be afraid of the word.
For I still have life, eternal life and the joy of which you’ve heard.
You will mourn, you must, but laugh as well for living demands,
That we all realize joy and sorrow always walk hand in hand.
So treasure our shared memories and enjoy every single one
Forget not the sorrows of life for they show how much we’ve done.
This is not the end, we will once again together stand,
But for you, for a moment, sorrow and joy continue hand in hand.