Our lives are blessed with loved ones
Which makes it harder to bear
When they are taken from our sides
And are no longer there
We miss their smile, their warmth, their love
And sink deeper into our grief
We’re told that time will heal the pain
But still there is no relief
At quiet times we may feel their presence
But pass it off with a rebuff
We think that our minds are playing tricks
As if we’re not suffering enough
The key to it all is an ‘open mind’
With this you’ll know the way
If your mind is open you’re willing to be
Ready to accept miracles each day
Our loved ones are not that far away
Although it can be hard to believe
Just reach out with your thoughts and love
And be open for the gifts you’ll receive
Love is eternal it never dies
When we pass, it’s all we can take
The love we share is never lost
The bond will never break
Trina Graves – 7th October 2001
About This Poem
Love Is Eternal was my very first attempt at writing a sympathy poem. It was also the first poem I intentionally wrote. I have always been drawn towards sympathy poems, not because of the loss of anyone close, but because I find most of them to be so uplifting. Looking back now, I can also see that this was part of my life path.
In January 1992 an uncle died. He was my mother’s oldest sister’s husband, and as I grew up he seemed to me to be a dominant man with old fashioned views of women. However, a few years before he died I spent some time working with him (my father had his own business, I worked in the office and my uncle helped out in establishing the marketing) and got to know a different side of his character. Now, I easily see where his views on women came from, as along with it being an older generations views, he only had the experience of brothers and sons.
At the get-together after his funeral there were two printed out poems that were passed around, I read them and liked them so kept a copy. They were: I Am Standing On The Sea Shore (Luther F. Beecher, but often credited to Bishop Brent) and Death Is Nothing At All (Henry Scott Holland).
I read these many times and found them so uplifting that I began to look for more inspirational words, quotes and poems. And I started to write them all down in a special notebook with my favourite family photos on the inside covers. Thus began my quest on my spiritual path, that would lead me to begin my Spiritual Quotes To Live By website in 2010 and to write my own poems.
It is only in writing this now that I have realized: the influence he had on my life while he was alive was small, but since his passing, it has launched me to where I am today, because he also gave me a message in 1994 (through a medium) which has greatly affected my writing. You can read more about this with my poem: ‘Insight.‘ I think I should point out that he was not a ‘Spiritual’ man during his life, at least, not that I knew of.
How do you view sympathy poems? Are they something you only read when a loved one has passed or missed? Or, like me, do you find them uplifting and reassuring to speak of life continuing on?