Here are three that particularly got to me.
Track 3
Belief
by Ann Thorp
I have to believe
That you still exist
Somewhere,
That you still watch me
Sometimes,
That you still love me
Somehow
I have to believe
That life has meaning
Somehow
That I am useful here
Sometimes
That I make small differences
Somewhere
I have to believe
That I need to stay here
For some time
That all this teaches me
Something
So that I can meet you again
Somewhere
Track 5
Lacrymosa dies ilia
(that day will be a day of weeping)
Attributed to Mary Elizabeth
Fry but adapted by Howard Goodall
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 softly falling
snow,
I am the gentle
showers of rain,
I am the fields of
ripening grain,
I am in the morning
hush,
I am the graceful
rush
Of far-off birds in
circling flight.
I am in every flower that
blooms,
I am in still and empty
rooms,
I am the child that yearns
to sing
I am in each and
every thing.
Do not stand at my
grave and cry.
I am not there- I did
not die.
Track 13
Spared
by Wendy Cope
(Quoting Emily Dickinson:
That Love is all there is
Is
all we know of Love)
It wasn’t you, it wasn’t
me,
Up there, two
thousand feet above
A New York street. We’re
safe and free
A little while, to
live and love.
Imagining what might
have been –
The phone call from
the blazing tower,
A last farewell on
the machine,
While someone sleeps
another hour
Or worse, perhaps, to
say goodbye
And listen to each
other’s pain,
Send helpless love
across the sky
Knowing we’ll never
meet again.
Or jump together,
hand in hand,
To certain death.
Spared all of this
For now, how well I
understand
That love is all, is
all there is.
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