Words of Comfort

Grief, like a heavy mist, 

wraps itself around your soul, 

blurring the edges of the world. 

But in the quiet moments, 

when all seems still, 

time will gently loosen its hold. 

Though the loss 

may never fully leave you, 

peace will find its way in 

through the cracks, 

filling the spaces 

left by sorrow 

with the warmth of memory 

and the soft hum of life 

moving forward. 

Trust in time’s embrace

it holds the promise of healing.

Love does not end 

when a life does. 

It lingers in the air, 

in the soft whisper 

of the wind, 

in the quiet corners 

of the heart 

where memories live. 

The ones we lose 

remain with us 

in ways both seen and unseen, 

their presence

 woven into our very being. 

Though their voice may fade, 

their love becomes eternal, 

a guiding star 

in the darkest of nights. 

In grief, we learn 

that death is not the end, 

but a new beginning 

to love in a different way.

In the midst of the storm, 

when grief crashes 

like waves against your heart, 

remember the still waters 

that lie beneath. 

Even in sorrow, 

there is a place within 

where peace dwells, 

waiting to rise to the surface. 

Close your eyes, 

breathe deeply, 

and find that calm. 

In time, the waves will subside, 

and you will float upon 

the tranquil waters of acceptance. 

Peace will find you, 

as surely as day follows night, 

and in its presence, 

you will rest.

In the stillness of loss, 

there is a quiet voice

one that speaks not in words, 

but in the soft rustling of leaves 

and the gentle touch of wind. 

It reminds us that love, 

like the soul, is never truly lost. 

It changes form, 

becoming the light that guides us 

through the darkest moments. 

In this light, we find that 

our loved ones remain, 

ever present, ever near.

Grief feels like a storm, 

but it is also a weaver. 

With every tear and sigh, 

it threads the memories 

of those we’ve lost 

into the fabric of our hearts. 

Over time, 

the sharp edges soften, 

and we find that 

the love we shared 

is stitched into 

every fibre of our being, 

warming us 

even in the coldest moments.

In the hollow of absence, 

there is a presence—

a soft, enduring echo 

of all that was shared. 

It sits with us, patiently, 

through long nights 

and silent mornings. 

Though we cannot see them, 

they are with us, 

watching as we heal, 

offering a gentle reminder 

that their love will forever dwell

 in the quiet corners of our lives.

Those we love don’t go away,
They walk beside us every day.
Unseen, unheard, but always near,
Still loved, still missed, 

and very dear.

Their presence remains, 

soft and true,
In each gentle breeze 

and morning dew.
In memories and whispers low,
They’re here, wherever we may go.

Love is a flame 

that never goes out. 

Though you may feel 

darkness now, 

know that their light 

lives on within you, 

a glowing ember 

in your heart. 

In moments of stillness, 

you may feel it warming you, 

reminding you 

of the times shared, 

of laughter, 

of deep understanding. 

Though loss has 

taken them from sight, 

love holds them 

close to you, 

an eternal flame 

to guide you, 

a beacon reminding you 

that their spirit 

endures within you, 

lighting your way 

until you meet again.

In the quiet moments, 

when the world feels empty, 

you’ll find them there. 

In the whisper of the wind 

through the trees, 

in the gentle brush of sunlight 

across your skin, they linger. 

Their love, undiminished, 

wraps itself around you

like the warmest blanket 

on a cold night. 

Even as they have gone, 

their presence remains – 

a quiet, steady reminder 

that love is far stronger 

than the limits of time and space. 

Rest in that love; 

let it soothe and hold you, 

carrying you gently forward.

When grief descends, 

and sorrow stirs,
And silence hangs on every word,
Remember, love still fills the air,
A quiet warmth, a tender care.

Though life has changed, 

and hearts feel torn,
In memory, they are reborn—
The echoes of their laughter sweet,
Still linger where 

the moments meet.

No distance vast 

can break the thread,
That binds our souls 

to those who've fled.
For love is strong and endless true,
And they are here, still close to you.

In every star, 

in morning's light,
In dreams that drift 

through silent night,
Their presence whispers, 

soft and near,
A gentle balm for every tear.

So take each step, 

though hearts may ache,
In love’s embrace, we cannot break.
For they remain, a cherished part,
Forever living in our heart.