Funerals

I have collected a selection of poems and readings you may like to use during a ceremony, I hope you will find something suitable. I intend to add more regularly.

The tide recedes

The tide recedes

But leaves behind

Bright seashells on the sand

The sun goes down

But gentle warmth

Still lingers on the land

The music stops

And yet it echoes on

In sweet refrains

For every joy that passes

Something beautiful remains

 

Ursula (Pankow) Delfs

Requiem

Under the wide and starry sky  

Dig the grave and let me lie:  

Glad did I live and gladly die,  

And I laid me down with a will.  

 

This be the verse you ‘grave for me:  

Here he lies where he long’d to be;  

Home is the sailor, home from the sea,  

And the hunter home from the hill. 

 

Robert Louis Stevenson (1850 – 1894)

The definitive journey

…and I will leave,

But the birds will stay, singing:

and my garden will stay, with it’s green tree,

with it’s water well.

Many afternoons the sky will be blue and placid,

and the bells in the belfry, will chime,

as they are chiming this very afternoon,

 

The people who have loved me will pass away,

and the town will burst anew every year

But my spirit will always wander, nostalgic,

in the same peaceful corner of my garden

 

Juan Ramon Jimenez (1881 – 1958)

As the mist leaves no scar

As the mist leaves no scar

On the dark green hill,

So my body leaves no scar

On you, nor ever will.

 

When wind and hawk encounter,

What remains to keep?

So you and I encounter

Then turn, then fall to sleep.

 

As many nights endure

Without a moon or star,

So will we endure

When one is gone and far.

 

Leonard Cohen

For whom the bell tolls

No man is an island,

Entire of itself.

Each is a piece of the continent,

A part of the main.

If a clod be washed away by the sea,

Europe is the less.

As well as if a promontory were.

As well as if a manor of thine own

Or of thine friend’s were.

Each man’s death diminishes me,

For I am involved in mankind.

Therefore, send not to know

For whom the bell tolls,

It tolls for thee.

 

John Donne  (1572 – 1631)

Andrea Jackson The Holistic Celebrant

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