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Pagan Transitions

“Death is but a doorway...... “ Taliesen
Copyright ©Pagan Transitions 2004-2009
Unknown Authors

The following poems are by Authors unknown.  If you know the name of the Author please contact us so that we can give due recognition to them.
CHANT
The river is flowing
Flowing and growing
The river is flowing
Down to the sea.

Please Mother carry me
A Child I will always be
Please Mother carry me
Down to the Sea.
By Author Unknown

A Friend
A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart
And sings it back to you when you have forgotten the words.
by Author Unknown


In Memory of a Loved One
We will remember you
For as long as there are fields of grass
And flowers in the ground;
For as long as there are stars above
And for as long as moonbeams dance upon the sea;
For as long as there is music
And the songs you loved so much,
You will always be in our memory.

We will remember you today,
Dream of you tonight
And think of you tomorrow
In the sun’s first dawning light,
And we will love you for as long
As there is earth and sky
And stars that twinkle in the night.
-Author Unknown


We all come from the Goddess
And to her we shall return
Like a drop of rain
Flowing to the ocean
Hoof and Horn, Hoof and Horn
All that dies shall be reborn
Corn and Grain, Corn and Grain
All that dies shall rise again.
- Author Unknown

One at Rest
Think of me as one at rest,
For me you should not weep,
I have no pain, no troubled thoughts,
For I am just asleep.

The living, thinking me that was
Is now forever still
And life goes on without me
As life forever will.

If your heart is heavy now
Because I’ve gone away,
Dwell not long upon it friend,
For none of us can stay.

Those of you who liked me
I sincerely thank you all
And those of you who loved me
I thank you most of all.

The answer to Life’s riddle
In life I never knew
I go with hope that now I will
And even so will you.

Oh, foolish, foolish me that was,
I who was so small
To have wondered, even worried,
At the mystery of it all.

And in my fleeting life span
As time went rushing by
I found some time to hesitate,
To laugh, to love, to cry.

Matters it now if time began,
If time will ever cease,
I was here, I used it all
And now I am at peace.
-Author unknown

This Heritage
They are not dead,
Who leave us this great heritage
Of remembered joy.

They still live in our hearts,
In the happiness we knew,
In the dreams we shared.

They still breathe,
In the lingering fragrance windblown
From their favourite flowers.

They still smile,
In the moonlight’s silver
And laugh in the sunlight’s sparkling gold.

They still speak,
In the echoes of words
We’ve heard them say again and again.

They still move,
In the rhythm of waving grasses,
In the dance of the tossing branches.

They are not dead;
Their memory is warm in our hearts,
Comfort in our sorrow.

They are not apart from us but a part of us.
For love is eternal and those we love
Shall be with us throughout all eternity.
By Author Unknown