My step father died in January, although he was not my father it felt like one, he was a gentleman, he gave instead of receiving, he was a rock, he loved us, i have almost no words to describe what he was, who he was , only that, men like him are very rare, why do the best persons in this world go early, and the ones who stay in this world are the bad ones? i want to be like him, but im not even a sinch of what he was, he lived life, every bloody second of it, and on his last days he fought like no other, my respects to him, now he is with his friends, on the eternity, on those soft stars in the night, he is not anymore, but i hope he can be alright wherever he is.
Sorry for your loss. I know what it's like, and ponder the same question. Perhaps those who have more to learn here stick around longer, and those (older souls) who evolve (spiritually) beyond the average, move on where greater growth can occur. If you want to be like him, it is within you. It must be. The fact that you admire his qualities so much is a sign (takes one to know one). Do it for him/his legacy if not for you more importantly. As they say "When the student is ready, the master appears." I think it's also true that when loved ones leave us they're giving us the opportunity to become the rock they were.
My mother chose this poem for her funeral and she passed one year ago on this date. The fact that this came up a year later feels like a sign from her. She was a saint. I couldn't have had a better mother.
@@jantennyson8085 Thank you. I haven't felt as close to anyone in this life, but it could be infinitely worse; there could nothing beyond this life, but I know there is, firsthand in fact. (Can't get into here). There is nothing more important than understanding your eternal nature.
"Courage, however, is the best slayer - courage which attacks: which slays even death itself, for it says, 'Was that life? Well then! Once more!'" Friedrich Nietzsche
The real author of this poem is journalist & poet Clare Harner (1909.~1977.). The poem was first published as "Immortality" in the December 1934 issue of poetry magazine The Gypsy.
Thank you from a non native english speaker. With your videos I'm learning a lot of new poems with so much deep and knowledge that is constantly making me reflect about different topics of my life. Keep the good work!
"I am a thousand winds that blow I am the diamond glints on snow.. " Marvellous depiction of supremacy of soul over body in our earthly sojourn. CALMING!..COMFORTING!..THERAPEUTIC! for those who've lost( n who hasn't!?) their loved ones. Everyday I feel the all-pervading presence of my mother whose death anniversary falls on 29th March, throughout in the universe much like the profound lines of the great poem. Thanks a lot for this highly uplifting upload!
I’m in awe of this poem. We loathe death for what it brings. The pain, the sorrow, the loss. But to internalize these words would be to change those feelings of despair into feelings of hope and happiness.
Show love to mankind now that they are alive, appreciate your friends, family and spouses now, so when they die, they won't leave you with tears of regret. 💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙
This channel has inspired me so much... Sometimes I feel so utterly unmotivated to work on my poetry channel because sometimes I feel it doesn't grow but then I see art like this remember how art heals❤✨
Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling from Glen to Glen, and down the the mountain side. The summer's gone, and all the roses falling, it's You, it's you must go and I must bide.
@@Uluc994 coz this is what we have to be back for in the end Infinitively.... We should get assured ourselves upon this... It's my thought don't know of others 😜
We buried my wife's brother yesterday. I have never heard her weep the way she wept. All I could do was hold her and pray! He was a lovely, gentle, gentleman. The last time she saw him was just three days before, when she was told he only had hours.
I absolutely love this!! And I will probably have it at my funeral. Just because l love it so much, it says everything that l need to say to my family whom l live to bits. Thank you so much.😮
This remembers me of my bestest friend who is still here, present near bout me I can't see her but I can feel her ., She is not died she is in my heart forever:-)
My favorite of all time...since discovering this poem for my grandfather in 1998 I have insisted it be read at all of my family members funerals. There is never not a huge sigh in the room when the reading is done.
"Peace, my heart, let the time for the parting be sweet. Let it not be a death but completeness. Let love melt into memory and pain into songs. Let the flight through the sky end in the folding of the wings over the nest. Let the last touch of your hands be gentle like the flower of the night. Stand still, O Beautiful End, for a moment, and say your last words in silence. I bow to you and hold up my lamp to light you on your way." - The Gardener 61- Peace my Heart -by Rabindranath Tagore
You know it's a great poem if you find yourself having memorized it without even trying! I just listened to the reading/recital several times and discovered that I had memorized the poem. Thank you for posting this. Much appreciated.
Everyone's all wow, this is inspiring and here I am wondering how this guy's voice is like three whole steps from sounding like what I imagine God's voice to be.
What a warm and soul touching poem, well read as well, it's so simple and so beautiful at the same time, no matter how many times I hear it, this poetry always leaves you that feeling that you just heard a masterpiece.
Do not stand at my grave and weep. What a meaningful and powerful life poetry by F. E. Fyre. Powerful and motivating phrases. 👍👍👍 The outstanding presentation.👍👍👍 I am a beloved fan of this RU-vid channel because it powerful life poetry content.
For the living it’s not the dying that’s so sad. It’s the missing of the loved one and it feels so fixed to never see that person again. Nothing can bring them back is the painful part.
Atoms? The Art of Dance. I am Forever Shape-shifting. A Place Open to All. I am Everything ♾️ Lee the Sheltered Side, 49 years old, East London. BLESS ALL 🙏🏻
today is my birthday 30.03.21 i dont know why i am writing this. listening to this bittersweets words probably did let me writing out my heavy weight on my soul. i always was so sad hearing tragedys from other familys，or friends ，and i asked my self ，Oh god what kind of pain do they have to go through，？ we are...we were three happy brothers and very close brothers. the third one，our youngest brother went to heaven on his birthday，.at 03.02.21 in his sleep. And our world colapsed they say time heals all wounds .Ours has stopped. the powerlessnes and this inner pain，the defeaning silence consumes，every act ，every thought，every look. nothing is as it used to be. like waking up in a paralel reality i gave a final speech when we said goodbye to him，it ended, with： my lovely little brother. you have been an Universe without begining and an end . a figure like a bear and big dark eyes of a child. may you dance and fly with thousand beautiful angels，till eternity ，discovering all the secrets of time and space. await us. we will love and miss you till our last breath，beyond time ends. I love you little brother.“ I said may you Rest in Peace when we said goodbye to you but you are not that one ，resting in peace，you have never been，u are to curious and impatient for that. i know you are on your Road . while i am missing you and burning，writing this. 🔥Gkonius❤️🔥🌻💫 03.02.1985 - 03.02.21
❤️🔥 “Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I'm not going to make it, but you laugh inside - remembering all the times you've felt that way.” ❤️🔥 ― Charles Bukowski 😎
You have my condolences... I understand why you would pick this. These words are simple, but powerful. I would like this to be played at my own funeral some day.
