Prayer For The Souls In Purgatory
Remember those, O Lord,
Who in your peace have died,
Yet may not gain love's high reward
Till love is purified!
With you they faced death's night,
Sealed with your victory sign,
Soon may the splendour of your light
On them for ever shine!
Sweet is their pain, yet deep,
Till perfect love is born;
Their lone night-watch they gladly keep
Before your radiant morn!
Your love is their great joy;
Your will their one desire;
As finest gold without alloy
Refine them in love's fire!
For them we humbly pray;
Perfect them in your love!
O may we share eternal day
With them in heaven above.
- James Quinn, SJ
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 snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain:
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there. I did not die.