The ebb and flow of space and time surpass our small perception;
Yet knowledge grows with joyful gains and finds out wonder far more strange than hopes of resurrection.
First Reading: From the Old Testament of the Bible Ecclesiastes III 3:1-3:8 ( adapted)
To everything there is a season,
A time for everything under the sun
A time to be born and a time to die
A time to laugh and a time to cry
A time to dance and a time to mourn
A time to seek and a time to let go.
This is the time we remember
One who gave meaning to our lives.
This is the time we remember the bonds that tied us together,
The love that we shared,
And the memories that remain with us still.
Ritual
Please join hands while sitting together and for a few moments, experience the love, support, and common purpose you share in this congregation.
Members of the family will read the following words while holding each of the elements provided on the table.
(Hold up the bowl of soil.)
Earth cure me.
Earth receive my woe.
(Hold up the stone.)
Rock strengthen me.
Rock receive my weakness.
(Hold up the bowl of water.)
Rain wash my sadness away.
Rain receive my doubt.
(Hold up the chalice.)
Sun make sweet my song.
Sun receive the anger from my heart.
In this time of sorrow, we remember that our lives, and our deaths, are interwoven with the basic elements of our world. They are part of the cycle of nature.
You are invited to briefly share a personal reflection on the member who has died: something you have learned from them, a favorite memory, a quality you will miss, or any other aspect of their life or your relationship that is in your heart right now
We extinguish the flaming chalice to mark Mary Alice's physical death, yet the memories of her special character and gifts live in our lives. Her beautiful spirit is indomitable.
Candle of Remeberance and Compassion:
We now light a candle to symbolize her influence, which endures. From this candle we light this chalice again to invoke the spirit of compassion.
We hold in our hearts all those who have died.
We hold in our hearts all those who grieve the loss of loved ones, friends, colleagues.
We hold in our hearts all those whose lives have been torn by grief.
We invoke the spirit of compassion.
In mystery we are born, in mystery we live and in mystery we die.
If we remember and are remembered,
Life endures, meaning reigns, hope perseveres.
As the poet Mary Oliver has said "
To live in this world
you must be able
to do three things:
To love what is mortal;
to hold it
against your bones knowing
your own life depends on it;
And, when the time comes
to let it go,
to let it go. "
Final Words:
And when life's sweet story ends,
Soul and Body part as friends,
No quarrels, murmurs, no delay;
A kiss, a sigh and so away. Richard Crenshaw 1612-1649