Paignton (Palace Avenue) Methodist Church

Palace Avenue, Paignton, Devon, United Kingdom



Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am the thousand winds that blow.
I am diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning hush
I am the soft 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.

A Pretending World

 The world pretends that it’s alright
To be a liar, to get uptight.
There’s always a reason for stealing or killing;
You will hear them say,
“It was their past that made them murder that day”.

The world pretends that it’s alright -
You must get to the top, no matter how; that’s right?
They think thoughts of murder,
“Well, it’s only a film, a video, a game”.
A man has been murdered,
“Well, it’s only the news, it’s always the same”.

The world pretends that it’s alright -
“Oh, they just got drunk, had a smashing fight,
It’s what you do when you are young”
‘Till a blade is switched, then it’s all gone wrong.

The world pretends that it’s alright,
Grey is easier than black or white,
“It’s a shame that lady died all alone,
They should have put her in a home”.

The world pretends that it’s alright -
If they call it art then porn’s alright;
He stashed his bedroom with such art;
The sex crimes he committed, they played no part?

The world pretends that it’s alright -
The gun’s for target shooting, or an animal at night,
Anger at the world boils over, or even want of fame,
And a trigger falls down, someone’s killed or maimed.

The world pretends that it’s alright -
If it makes them happy, they should have it,
It’s there in sight.
“People starving again?  But we gave last year.
They will have what they want.  Give again?  No fear!”

The world pretends that it’s alright -
They got it, they used it, but now something else’s in sight.
They’ve used it a while, and destroy what’s left.
They were happy that moment, but happiness left.

The world pretends that it’s alright -
Tomorrow they’ll look and see more darkness, more night,
But they’re desperately seeking something
Lasting, fulfilling, and it’s always just out of sight.

Oh, our God, oh our dear Lord,
What suffering You must have to bear,
To watch a world that just doesn’t care,
And when the end comes, when they know, You are right!
What sadness, what pity, for a world that pretends,
That pretends it’s alright.

Jane Dennant
Copyright © 1993

Semper Fi (Always Faithful)

Some show they care with paper flowers
Or line the streets for hours and hours.

With marching bands they lay a wreath,
To honour those that lie beneath.

Round monuments both far and near
They stand and shed a solemn tear.
A tale behind each tear-stained face
And, in each heart, an empty space.

Someone prematurely lost,
Others left to bear the cost.
A loved one brave, that heard the call
Leaves painful vacuums when they fall.

While others to themselves they keep
A quiet, private place to weep
Recalling with a reverence
Their loved one in remembrance.

Thus, teach the young and let them see
That freedom doesn’t come ‘for free’.
So we can live the lives we live,
Some give all they have to give.

Trisha Nason
(Freda’s daughter-in-law)


Mellow weather, tweeds and heather
Golden grows the gorse
Beech leaves turning, creeper burning
Grass becoming coarse.

 Fields of stubble, brooks that bubble
Lanes with rainbow ruts
Hedges looped with blackberries
And the bushes decked with nuts.

 Hips and haws by scores and scores
And the honey from the bees
Mushrooms in the dewy dell
And moss beneath the trees.

 A world of wealth and wonder
Where the leaves dance as they fall
And all we lack is just the time
To go and see it all.

© Ruth l’Anson

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