Woven Cross with wonderful Healing Poetry

Woven Cross with wonderful Healing Poetry

Handmade cross with wonderful healing poetry woven within it. A lovely way to say goodbye and send off someone very special to wherever & whatever is beyond. Feels good to me and I am in no way religious but do believe that the spirit leaves and travels….


If you knew who walked beside you,
on this path that you have chosen,
fear would be impossible”

A Course in Miracles


We give thanks for places of simplicity and peace.
Let us find such a place within ourselves.
We give thanks for places of refuge and beauty.
Let us find such places within ourselves.
We give thanks for places of natures
truth and freedom and joy,
inspiration & renewal, places where all creatures find
acceptance and belonging. Let us search
for these places in
the world, in ourselves and in others.
Let us restore them. Let us strengthen
and protect them. May we mend this outer world
according to the truth of our inner life
and may our souls be shaped and
by nature’s eternal wisdom.



Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds – and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of – wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Ho’ring there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through the footless halls of air.
Up, up the long, delirious burning blue
I’ve topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew.
And, while with silent, lifting mind I’ve trod
The high untrespased sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

John Magee


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 diamond glints on the snow.
I am the sunlight on the ripened grain.
I am the gentle Autumn’s rain.

When you awaken in the morning hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry:
I am not there, I did not die.

Mary Elizabeth Frye