I’m Free – Anne Lindgren Davison – Funeral Poem

low section of man against sky

I’m Free is a beautiful funeral poem by Anne Lindgren Davison, and it’s one that I have used a lot in funeral services – unlike many of the traditional funeral poems, its origin isn’t shrouded in mystery, and you can read about it’s creation in Anne’s own words on her website (right down to the date it was written – June 22nd 1974 in case you’re interested).

Anne also talks in some detail about the frustrations that she has encountered with people either not crediting her for her work, people incorrectly claiming credit for her work, or people actually trying to profit from her work, so if you do use this piece in any service, please make sure to attribute it correctly to Anne.

Don’t grieve for me for now I’m free,
I’m following the path God laid for me
I took his hand when I heard him call,
I turned my back and left it all
I could not stay another day,
To laugh, to love, to work or play
Tasks left undone must stay that way,
I’ve found that peace at the close of day
If my parting has left a void,
Then fill it with remembered joy
A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss,
Ah yes, these things I too will miss
Be not burdened with times of sorrow,
I wish for you the sunshine of tomorrow
My life’s been full, I’ve savored much,
Good friends, good times, my loved one’s touch
If my time seemed all too brief,
Don’t lengthen it now with undue grief
Lift up your heart, rejoice with me,
God wanted me now, He set me free.

Funeral Poem – Feel No Guilt in Laughter – Author Unknown

jolly woman in yellow polo shirt
Feel no guilt in laughter she would know how much you care.
Feel no sorrow in a smile that she is not here to share.
You cannot grieve forever she would not want you to.
She would hope that you could carry on the way you always do.
So, talk about the good times and the way you showed you cared.
The days you spent together all the happiness you shared.
Let the memories surround, you a word someone may say
Will suddenly recapture a time, an hour, a day. 
That brings her back as clearly as though she were still here.
And fills you with the feeling that she is always near.
For if you keep those moments you will never be apart
And she will live forever locked safely within your heart.

Afterglow by Helen Lowrie Marshall – Funeral Poem

body of water during golden hour
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 life is done.

Roads Go Ever On – J.R.R. Tolkein – Funeral Poem

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Roads go ever ever on,
Over rock and under tree,
By caves where never sun has shone,
By streams that never find the sea;
Over snow by winter sown,
And through the merry flowers of June,
Over grass and over stone,
And under mountains in the moon.
Roads go ever ever on,
Under cloud and under star.
Yet feet that wandering have gone
Turn at last to home afar.
Eyes that fire and sword have seen,
And horror in the halls of stone
Look at last on meadows green,
And trees and hills they long have known.
The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way,
Where many paths and errands meet.
The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with weary feet,
Until it joins some larger way,
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.
The Road goes ever on and on
Out from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone.
Let others follow, if they can!
Let them a journey new begin.
But I at last with weary feet
Will turn towards the lighted inn,
My evening-rest and sleep to meet.
Still 'round the corner there may wait
A new road or secret gate;
And though I oft have passed them by,
A day will come at last when I
Shall take the hidden paths that run
West of the Moon, East of the Sun

God Saw You Getting Tired – Frances and Kathleen Coelho – Funeral Poem

silhouette of tree near body of water during golden hour

By Frances and Kathleen Coelho

God saw you getting tired
And a cure was not to be
So he put His arms around you 
And whispered "Come to me."
With tearful eyes we watched you
As you slowly slipped away
And though we loved you dearly
We couldn't make you stay.
Your golden heart stopped beating
Your tired hands put to rest
God broke our hearts to prove to us
He only takes the best.

The Broken Chain – Ron Tranmer – Funeral Poem

chain a serial assembly connected pieces

by Ron Tranmer – https://www.rontranmer.com/broken-chain-original/

We little knew the day that
God was going to call your name
In life we loved you dearly
In death we do the same

It broke our hearts to lose you
But you didn’t go alone
For part of us went with you
The day God called you home

You left us peaceful memories
Your love is still out guide
And though we cannot see you
You are always at our side

Our family chain is broken
And nothing seems the same
But as God calls us one by one
The chain will link again.

I Am Not Gone – Author Unknown – Funeral Poem

blue and white boat on body of water

Author Unknown

I am not gone
I am in the hearts and bodies of my children
I am in the raising of my children and their children to come
I am in their laughter and in their eyes
Following a lifelong pattern I have set before them
I am in their caring and in their strength
I am in the minds of everyone that has known me
Search you hearts for good memories
And then you will know
I am not gone

When I’m Gone – Funeral Poem

by Mosiah Lyman Hancock

When I come to the end of my journey
And I travel my last weary mile
Just forget if you can, that I ever frowned
And remember only the smile 

Forget unkind words I have spoken
Remember some good I have done
Forget that I ever had heartache
And remember I’ve had loads of fun 

Forget that I’ve stumbled and blundered
And sometimes fell by the way
Remember I have fought some hard battles
And won, ere the close of the day 

Then forget to grieve for my going
I would not have you sad for a day
But in summer just gather some flowers
And remember the place where I lay 

And come in the shade of evening
When the sun paints the sky in the west
Stand for a few moments beside me
And remember only my best

Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep – Funeral Poem

by Mary Elizabeth Frye

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there.
I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn’s rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there.
I did not die.

She is Gone – David Harkins – Funeral Poem

by David Harkins

You can shed tears that she is gone
Or you can smile because she has lived
You can close your eyes and pray that she will come back
Or you can open your eyes and see all that she has left
Your heart can be empty because you can’t see her
Or you can be full of the love that you shared
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday
Or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday
You can remember her and only that she is gone
Or you can cherish her memory and let it live on
You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back
Or you can do what she would want: smile, open your eyes, love and go on.