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In Memory . . . |
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Pine Tree
Hospice invites you to submit poems, prayers, or letters
for publication
on the Pine Tree Hospice web site
Send your poem, prayer or
letter to:
Jane Stitham,
Executive Director
Pine Tree Hospice
883 West Main Street
Dover-Foxcroft, ME 04426
or e-mail to
wecare@pinetreehospice.org
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Please scroll down to read the poems, prayers and
letters . . .
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A place for
your
memory here ... |
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Mother, daughter,
bound together by loss.
The conceived, but now unnamed fetus,
Hand sized, dusky pink head,
Tiny fingers, legs and body,
Place lovingly on the yellow bunting,
To later fill the memory box.
Disposable camera,
exposed film,
Waiting for a day when
Curiosity wins over grief.
The desire to remember,
Out weighs the wish to forget.
The Granddaughter,
the Daughter,
Conceive in love,
Aborted by nature,
Tiny incomplete, life,
Four months of nine,
This precious, Unnamed Grandchild of mine.
Judith
Kaley Clark 2/13/09 |
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Fill me, Lord, with
the power of your Holy Spirit
Help me to remember you are within me and around me
With my eyes closed and my heart open
I feel myself within a circle of purple healing light
I see yellow flowers unfolding
and the child within me playing
I hear Angel Song
Shield me from evil, Lord, now and always
For in your image I am invincible
With my eyes closed and my heart open
I ask for your grace and for peace that goes beyond
all understanding
Give me the strength to overcome imbalance in my body
Restore the joy in my heart and the purity of my
thoughts
My spirit will follow
Sherry Peirce Corbin 2006 |
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In
the Garden of My Heart |
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I walked along the
path
On the highway of memories
Looking at the flowers
And what they have meant to me.
The roses red, that spoke of love
A love that never died,
The white that stood for purity.
How many times I cried.
The yellow rose for jealousy,
How many homes were broken,
Because of unkind words
That never should have been spoken.
There are pinks and violets, some purple and blue,
Remind you of friends that were always so true.
I pick them up, all one by one
And hold them oh so tight.
'Cause they bring me consolation
When I'm lonely through the night.
And as I hold them, each one so dear
And remember the special part,
Of the friendship and love still growing here
In the garden of my heart Shared by a
Pine Tree Hospice
Volunteer in training, June 2005 |
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It was
early that October morning, when you came to be,
"He has
many problems," they said,
but you looked perfect to me.
"Your
son is a very special child," said they,
"with very
special needs."
"My son
is a very special child," said I,
"but not for what you
see."
"He's
Daddy's Little Man, the image of Love,
He is
Patience and Hope, a gift from above,
He's the
meaning of giving, I'm his number one fan,
For this
is my son, and he's Daddy's Little Man."
Then God
called you home to sit by His side,
Spared
from life's sorrows, no tears will he cry.
And,
though the tears still flow as the months go by,
He who
lives on in our hearts, will never really die.
'Cause
you're Daddy's Little Man, the image of Love,
You are
Patience and Hope, a gift from above,
You're
the meaning of giving, I'm you're number one fan,
For
Justin, you are my son, Daddy's Little Man. |
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In Loving Memory
of Justin Scott Spoors
October
4, 1990 -
January 9, 1991 |
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Prayer for
Peace at the Time of Passing |
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Dear God, You were there with me |
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before I began to grow in my mother’s womb |
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Your love for me
was unconditional |
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I did not need to pay |
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You knew I would
separate myself from you |
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as I moved through my youth |
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running, jumping, and playing |
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No worry of now, no
fear of tomorrow |
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You stood beside
me, barely seen |
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as I blossomed to womanhood |
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You watched with
love as I crafted my life |
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carrying me in the rough spots |
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glowing beside me when my life shined |
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As my spirit grew I
learned to hear your word |
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Thank you, God, for
showing me Who You Are |
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Thank you for your
love that passes all understanding |
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Thank you for your
gifts to me |
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of strength, and courage, and joy, and humbleness |
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Thank you, God, for
the people in my life who love me |
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as I love them |
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Father, I am now
preparing for the time |
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when I will be nearer to you |
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Be with me Lord,
very close, as I approach this transition |
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Hold my failing body in your hands |
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Fill my heart with your Divine Love |
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Enlighten my spirit |
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Help me to know my
loved ones are cradled |
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at this time of their sorrow |
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I love you, Jesus |
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And I know you love me |
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unconditionally |
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You hold my body in
your hands |
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You fill my heart with Divine Love |
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You bring my spirit
to the most pure light |
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You give me peace beyond all human understanding |
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Thank you God |
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Thank you God |
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amen |
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This
prayer is for Judy Westing, colleague and
friend. Judy was a charter member of Harford Hospice,
Harford County, Maryland. January 3,
2003.
Sharon Peirce Corbin |
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To the
Natural Healer Within You |
May you come
to know there is a natural order,
a divine
presence, an absolute truth.
We gain
glimpses, always clear but oft times brief
of this
natural, divine, and absolute light.
The confines
of our human selves, though noble,
cause us to
relate to truth and wisdom in a relative way.
We cannot
yet hold, or even define, the greater power.
Be at ease
in selecting your tools of healing.
Any thought
or word or deed is the right one
when it is grounded by emerging acceptance
of competent healing practice,
and when it
is given with unconditional love
for the greater good of another soul.
Sherry Peirce Corbin 1998 |
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