The best tribute…

by Edward Searle

The best tribute we pay to a loved one when she dies is to honestly remember her for the person she was.

This is to say about her, yes! You were your own person. You were unique.

How you chose to live your life was not without consequence. You mattered. You made a difference for your community, your family, your progeny.

Now that your life has ended, we honor the life you chose to live — in all its sparkle and all its shadows. We celebrate your uniqueness. And we freely give you our love, because you gave us life and loved us too.

STLT #38 Morning Has Broken

Morning has broken,
Like the first morning,
Blackbird has spoken
Like the first bird;
Praise for the singing,
Praise for the morning,
Praise for them springing
Fresh from the Word.

Sweet the rain’s new fall,
Sunlit from heaven,
Like the first dewfall
On the first grass;
Praise for the sweetness,
Of the wet garden,
Sprung in completeness
Where God’s feet pass.

Mine is the sunlight,
Mine is the morning,
Born of the one light
Eden saw play;
Praise with elation,
Praise every morning,
God’s re-creation
Of the new day.

NOTES

STLT#38, Morning Has Broken

I Watch the Sunrise

Words © 1970 John Glynn
Music © 1970 Colin Murphy

I watch the sunrise
Lighting the sky
Casting its shadows near
and on this morning
Bright though it be
I feel those shadows near me
But you are always
Close to me
Following all my ways
May I be always
Close to you
Following all
Your ways Lord
I watch the sunlight
Shine through the clouds
Warming the earth below
And at the midday
Life seems to say
I feel your brightness
Near me
For you are always
Close to me
Following all me ways
May I be always
Close to you
Following all
Your ways Lord
I watch the sunset
Fading away
Lighting the clouds with sleet
And as the evening
Closes its eyes
I feel your presence near me

Yes you are always
Close to me
Following all my ways
May I be always
Close to you
Following all your ways Lord

LISTEN

Psalm 23

Psalm 23 Modern English Version (MEV)

A Psalm of David.
1 The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
2  He makes me lie down in green pastures;
He leads me beside still waters.
3     He restores my soul;
He leads me in paths of righteousness
for His name’s sake.
4 Even though I walk
through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil;
for You are with me;
Your rod and Your staff,
they comfort me.

5 You prepare a table before me
in the presence of my enemies;
You anoint my head with oil;
my cup runs over.
6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me
all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the house of the Lord
forever.

(Modern English Version (MEV)The Holy Bible, Modern English Version. Copyright © 2014 by Military Bible Association. Published and distributed by Charisma House. )

 

LISTEN

Howard Goodall setting of Psalm 23

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We Remember Him

We Remember Him

From The Yizkor Service – Adapted

A Non Religious Funeral Reading

When we are weary and in need of strength,
When we are lost and sick at heart,
We remember him.
When we have a joy we crave to share
When we have decisions that are difficult to make
When we have achievements that are based on his
We remember him.
At the blowing of the wind and in the chill of winter
At the opening of the buds and in the rebirth of spring,
We remember him.
At the blueness of the skies and in the warmth of summer
At the rustling of the leaves and in the beauty of autumn,
We remember him.
At the rising of the sun and at its setting,
We remember him.
As long as we live, he too will live
For he is now a part of us,
As we remember him.

As We Look Back

As We Look Back

A Non Religious Funeral Reading

As we look back over time
We find ourselves wondering …..
Did we remember to thank you enough
For all you have done for us?
For all the times you were by our sides
To help and support us …..
To celebrate our successes
To understand our problems
And accept our defeats?
Or for teaching us by your example,
The value of hard work, good judgment,
Courage and integrity?
We wonder if we ever thanked you
For the sacrifices you made.
To let us have the very best?
And for the simple things
Like laughter, smiles and times we shared?
If we have forgotten to show our
Gratitude enough for all the things you did,
We’re thanking you now.
And we are hoping you knew all along,
How much you meant to us.

Remember Me

by Margaret Mead

Remember Me:

To the living, I am gone.
To the sorrowful, I will never return.
To the angry, I was cheated,
But to the happy, I am at peace,
And to the faithful, I have never left.

I cannot be seen, but I can be heard.

So as you stand upon a shore, gazing at a beautiful sea — remember me.
As you look in awe at a mighty forest and its grand majesty — remember me.
As you look upon a flower and admire its simplicity — remember me.

Remember me in your heart, your thoughts, your memories of the times we loved,
the times we cried, the times we fought, the times we laughed.

For if you always think of me, I will never be gone.

 

Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep

by Mary Elizabeth Frye

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 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 stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

 

Funeral Blues

by W.H. Auden

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,

Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let airplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message “He is Dead”,

Put Crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday-rest,

My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;

Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood,
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

This Sacred Thread

 

They once dwelled among us, the people of memory.
They who knew us, they who taught us,
They who hurt us, they who loved us.

They touch our lives time and again,
through their presence and their absence.
Through familiar scents and favorite songs,
Through old stories and renewed sorrow.

As the earth turns and leaves fall,
We reach back to renew the bonds between us.
With hearts and hands open
We hold onto to love,
Ever-stronger than death.

We reach back in gratitude and understanding –
Without our time together,
The pain and the joy,
We would never be who we are today;
We would have little to pass on ourselves.

Without fear, with thanksgiving
and with hope for all that awaits,
We remember those who have gone before,
We honor the circle of life and death,
And our place within this sacred thread.