Finding the right words when scattering or bury ashes is difficult so we keep on constant watch for people who express are the emotions for words we cannot articulate ourselves, this poem has been searched for by visitors and recommended by other, after reading I understood why…
When I come to the end of the road
And the sun has set for me,
I want no tears in a gloom-filled room,
Why cry for a soul set free?
Miss me a little – But not for long
And not with your head bowed low,
Remember the love that we once shared,
Miss me – But let me go.
For this is a journey we all must take,
And each must go alone,
It’s all a part of the Master’s plan
A step on the road to home.
When you are lonely and sick of heart
Go to your friends that we know,
And bury your sorrows in doing good works,
Miss me – But let me go.
Henry Scott Holland
1847-1918
Canon of St Paul’s Cathedral