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Memorial Service

Memorial Service

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Published by Molly Housh Gordon

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Published by: Molly Housh Gordon on Nov 08, 2011
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PreludeOpening Words and Invocation
 We are gathered here in memory of ________________. Looking across the span of human years, as we do now, is like looking out on the expanse of the seas. The years roll by with the regularity of the waves, reminding each one that life is a long voyage into theknown and the unknown. Along the way there will be tenderness and trouble, long labor and short sweetness, ideals, defeats, and sickness. There will be sparkling joy andcavernous sorrow, the molehill of misunderstanding against the mountain of true accord, puddles of regret beside the beautiful lakes of love and companionship.Each one of us is somewhere along the way of this great journey. Birth is but awakening,life is dedication, death is the change which comes between where we are and where theuniverse is; when that change is filled with the understanding that envelops alldifferences and distinctions, life has renewed itself with that from which it cannot beremoved. And we are forever at home on a vast but friendly shore.Together let us mourn and remember. Together let us celebrate a life.
The Peace of Wild Things
By Wendell BerryWhen despair grows in meand I wake in the middle of the night at the least soundin fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,I go and lie down where the wood drakerests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.I come into the peace of wild thingswho do not tax their lives with forethoughtof grief. I come into the presence of still water.And I feel above me the day-blind starswaiting for their light. For a timeI rest in the grace of the world, and am free.(Claire)Sleeping in the ForestBy Mary Oliver I thought the earth remembered me,she took me back so tenderly,arranging her dark skirts, her pocketsfull of lichens and seeds.I slept as never before, a stone on the river bed,nothing between me and the white fire of the stars but my thoughts, and they floated light as mothsamong the branches of the perfect trees.All night I heard the small kingdoms breathing around me, the insects,and the birds who do their work in the darkness.All night I rose and fell, as if in water,grappling with a luminous doom. By morningI had vanished at least a dozen timesinto something better.
Memorial Address
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