Comforting Poems for Death and Loss

Two Daffodils in the Snow
These 2 comforting poems for death and loss are a reminder that no matter how deep our grief and sorrow, let us never give up hope.

What can we say? What can we do? Who can help us?

Even in the most tragic circumstances, even in the greatest sadness, let us never give up hope. Let us pour out our grief to God. This in itself is a prayer, which He always answers. He grants courage, comfort, strength in unseen ways.

This first poem is a prayer. God can truly comfort. He often speaks without words.

118. May God Be Your Comfort

     by Paul Berchtold, April, 2011

I just don't know what I can say,
A word or two, or none at all,
Words hardly come for me to pray,
My heart now makes new tears to fall.

I simply ask, God comfort you,
He can do it, so much better,
Than fancy words, on paper new,
On biggest card, or longest letter.

God comfort you, in such great loss,
He understands and knows it too,
His own son dying on the cross,
Is how he saves both me and you.

God said each tear, he'll wipe away,
Where we'll find hope, when crying's done,
And showed his plan, he has for us,
Resurrection, just like his son.

Jesus gave hope, the night he said,
In this world, you will have sorrow,
All pain he'll turn to joy instead,
The blessings of tomorrow.

God knows each heart, each soul, each mind,
How full they are of pain and grief,
What we would say, words cannot find,
Yet by his grace, he grants relief.

God truly knows the very best,
Your hearts desire, it's every beat,
God stay with you, in him find rest,
Your every need, may he now meet. Amen.


             Poems by Paul Berchtold
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This second poem is a reminder that like flowers in early spring after a long winter, we have the hope of the resurrection.

128. Rain Flowers

     by Paul Berchtold, April, 2011

In the sleet, the rain, the snow,
Spring flowers have begun to grow,
Sending shoots all shades of green,
Into air so fresh and clean.

Spring rains remind the worth of tears,
God melts the snow, he calms our fears,
One day, sorrow will turn to song,
Heaven's flowers will sing along.

There is hope for those who hurt,
See the flowers, they stay alert,
In cold weather, see how they grow,
And even bloom, in pure white snow.

Having died in deepest pain,
Christ will now forever reign,
Once come forth from Mary's birth,
Comes now risen from the earth.

Cheer comes now to the discouraged,
God cares that all be encouraged,
Gives truest peace to those who grieve,
One day will make cold winter leave.

Little plants, receive new vigor,
Face the struggle, pain, and rigor,
The latest storm is not your doom,
Break forth bud, with beauty bloom.

Arise in beauty, little flowers!
Do your duty, divine powers!
Alleluia! Let all nature sing.
Alleluia! To the gentle king.



             Poems by Paul Berchtold
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Hope in Joy, Hope in Sadness

Many great souls have cried out to God in a time of suffering, grief, death and loss.

Even Jesus dying on the cross, cried to his father that he had rejected him. It was his 4th word, which we find in the 7 last words of Jesus.

And some have cried out to God even in anger or frustration, feeling betrayed, denied, rejected, abandoned. For example, in the bible, Moses the prophet, and David the king.

David's Sorrow

We read in the bible how David the king wept bitterly for 7 days before his newborn son died. And how he wept bitterly when his son Absalom died.

Many of the songs of David, found in the Bible Book of Psalms, show the weeping of David and the comfort of God. It can bring great comfort to read these in time of grief and loss, as these are prayer poems to God. The 23rd Psalm of David is often read at funerals, and put on funeral cards.

In this psalm, David shows how God his Shepherd is with him even though he walks through the valley of the "shadow" of death. Death is the door, a passing, not the end. Nevertheless, it still can be a deep valley of bitterness. But there is always hope.

The Hope of Rising with Christ

Because Christ died, we have the hope of the resurrection.

While Easter Sunday is joyful to many, it can never be separated from the terrible price Christ paid to bring us salvation, by his suffering and death on the cross on Good Friday, and the grief and sorrow this caused to his family and friends, especially to Mary, His most precious mother.

On the other hand, we cannot reflect just on Good Friday either. Even as we linger at the cross of Christ, even in bitter grief of soul, we have hope. A hope against all hope. (God's gift of hope when it seems there is no hope.)

While there are other appropriate funeral and sympathy poems in this section of the website, you are also welcome to check out some poems I did for Easter that may meet your need. In particular, one of them is titled "Painful Sabbath Memories", a poem for Holy Saturday, that honors the time of grief Mary, the Mother of Jesus endured between Good Friday and Easter Sunday.

The Symbol of Hope

When we are in the middle of life's storms, hope is our anchor. A ship's anchor has been used as a symbol of hope for centuries.

We don't see the anchor in the water. While on the boat we may still feel the full brunt of the storm. But when the anchor is dropped to the bottom of the water, it holds the ship in place. It keeps the ship from smashing on the rocks on shore, or being blown in the other direction way out to sea and getting lost.

Often sailors waited for days or weeks before the storm stopped and better weather came, but the anchor kept them safe.

Let us Find Rest and Comfort in God

Death is not final. Thank God, he gives us everlasting life through Jesus, his son.

If this is a time of loss and grief for you, may God bless you, and comfort you, as only he can.

Our hearts were made for God, and we will not rest, until we rest in him. So wrote Augustine, an early church writer, whose mother Monica wept and prayed for his conversion for years. She died just weeks after his conversion from leading a sinful life to being a follower of Christ. Her life work was done, seeing him finally on the right path.

Let us Give Thanks for Hope

What would we do without hope? It is such a precious gift from God, which he wishes to give to us even in the most desperate times.

Thank your stars for Hope!

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