God Saw You God saw you getting tired, When a cure was not to be. So He wrapped his arms around you, and whispered, "Come to me". You didn't deserve what you went through, So He gave you rest. God's garden must be beautiful, He only takes the best And when I saw you sleeping, So peaceful and free from pain I could not wish you back To suffer that again.

If I Should Go Tomorrow If I should go tomorrow  It would never be goodbye,  For I have left my heart with you,  So don’t you ever cry.   The love that’s deep within me,  Shall reach you from the stars,  You’ll feel it from the heavens,  And it will heal the scars.

+ 어머니 연잎 못 가득 퍼져간 연잎을 처음 보았을 때 저는 그것이 못 가득 꽃을 피우려는 연잎의 욕심인줄 알았습니다 제 자태를 뽐내기 위해 하늘 가득 내리는 햇살 혼자 받아먹고 있는 연잎의 욕심인줄 알았습니다 그러나 연잎은 위로 밖으로 향하고 있는 게 아니라 아래로 안으로 향하고 있다는 걸 알았습니다 아직 덜 자라 위태위태해 보이는 올챙이 물방게 같은...

No son los muertos los que en dulce calma la paz disfrutan de la tumba fría; muertos son los que tienen muerta el alma y viven todavía. No son los muertos, no, los que reciben rayos de luz en sus despojos yertos; los que mueren con honra son los vivos, los que viven sin honra son los muertos. La vida no es la que vivimos, la vida es el honor, es el recuerdo, por eso hay muertos que en el mundo viven y hombres que viven en el mundo, muertos.

The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures; he leadeth me beside the still waters.  He restoreth my soul; he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.  Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies; thou anointest my head with...

Funeral Blues Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message ‘He is Dead’. Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday...

여호와는 나의 목자시니 내가 부족함이 없으리로다 그가 나를 푸른 초장에 누이시며 쉴만한 물 가으로 인도하시는도다 내 영혼을 소생시키시고 자기 이름을 위하여 의의 길로 인도하시는도다 내가 사망의 음침한 골짜기로 다닐찌라도 해를 두려워하지 않을 것은 주께서 나와 함께 하심이라 주의 지팡이와 막대기가 나를 안위하시나이다 주께서 내 원수의...

Cold It felt so cold, the snowball which wept in my hands, and when I rolled it along in the snow, it grew till I could sit on it, looking back at the house, where it was cold when I woke in my room, the windows blind with ice, my breath undressing itself on the air. Cold, too, embracing the torso of snow which I lifted up in my arms to build a snowman, my toes, burning, cold in my winter boots; my mother’s voice calling me in from the cold. And her hands were cold from...

Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep 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 sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn 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...

Death Is Nothing At All Death is nothing at all I have only slipped away into the next room I am I and you are you Whatever we were to each other That we are still Call me by my old familiar name Speak to me in the easy way you always used Put no difference into your tone Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow Laugh as we always laughed At the little jokes we always enjoyed together Play, smile, think of me, pray for me Let my name be ever the household word that it always...