Poems for Star Children: Putting the grief into words

I wish you

I wish
that the light of a new morning will surround you brightly,
and that the first rays of the sun will
touch your tiredness
and warm your sadness.

I wish you
that the white clouds in the sky let
your sunken dreams
rise again in you
and your renewed longings
move you into the day.

I wish
that the wind
revitalizes your breath
and refreshes you
to take new steps
through which change occurs.

I wish you
that the darkness of the night
does not frighten and threaten
you, but that a star shines on you that
promises you hope
for the beginning of the day.

unknown author

immortality

Fate sent me early sleep.
I’m not dead, I just swapped rooms.
I live within you and walk through your dreams
as transformation has struck us who are united.

You think I’m dead. But: that I comfort the world, I
live on there with a thousand souls
in the hearts of friends. No, I did not go away:
immortality redeemed me from death.

Michelangelo Buonarroti

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I just went to the room next door.
I am me, you are you.
What I was to you,
I still am.
Keep laughing at what we laughed at together.
Pray, laugh, think of Me,
and drink to Me,
so that My name will be pronounced
as it always has been, without any special emphasis,
without a trace of a shadow –
And listen to music.
The string is not cut through.
Why should I no longer be in
your thoughts
just because I am no longer in your field of vision?
I’m not far,
just across the way.

unknown author

Beloved when my spirit divorced

Beloved, when my spirit is gone,
no tears will shed for me;
for where I stay, there is peace,
there shines an everlasting day for me.

Where all earthly grief has disappeared,
your image shall not perish from me,
and relief for your wounds,
for your pain I will beg.

When peace blows its seraph wings over the world kingdom at night ,
think no more of my hill,
for I greet you from the stars!

Anette von Droste-Hülshoff

Quiet, quiet – be quiet

Quiet, quiet – be quiet
, there were angels on the journey.
They wanted to be with you very briefly,
why they left, only God knows.
They came from God, there they are again.
Didn’t want to come down to our earth.
Only a whiff of them remains,
a large piece in your heart.
They will always be with you now,
don’t forget them, they were so small.
If there is a wind on a mild day,
think it was the beating of her wings.
And you ask where may they be?
A little angel is never alone.
You can now see all the colors
and walk barefoot through the clouds.
And even if you miss her so much,
and weep because they are not with you,
so think, in heaven, where they are now,
they say proudly:

“We are loved!”

unknown author

Don’t stand weeping by my grave

Don’t stand by my grave crying,
I’m not down there, I’m not sleeping.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the glitter of the sun in the snow,
I am the sunlight on ripe corn,
I am the gentle rain in autumn,
I am the little bird
that rises to the sky at dawn,
I am the soft starlight in the night.
Don’t stand weeping by my grave.
I’m not down there, I’m not sleeping.

American Indian