Alternative Burial and Funeral Service – The years come and go, and before we know it, our hair is bleaching!

Prayer and Meditation

The years come and go, and before we know it, our hair is bleaching. Only distant bells ring and withered leaves fall. It's almost there! Where are the happy hours? Fled, gone, gone! And we, we hardly notice... The old pictures are fading, and life, love and hate was just a dream. And dreams too – they vanish and move with the winds into the blue, distant land... Only one thing remains of our earthly waves: three hands of sand.

When I look backwards, I close my eyes - everything that is sweet and beautiful has found its death rest. Home and house are empty, everything has burned down. No sense, no more hope - you too are turned away. If I hear the finches, the spring green smells, even the brightest day is like a fading. I walk through a wide country in the sunshine, dark calls behind me: You are alone!

Alternative Burial

He had heard for many years how the scythes rang around him, and how a loud crowd of starlings sang farewell songs to the summer. The children cheered round the fruit and feasted from the full branches - He saw the sun in flight and smiled in mild silence. The meadows are grey, the sky is grey. She rose damp in heavy scents: He saw the white fog woman killingly lifting the wet veils.

And when the storm and the weather broke howling at the window, he watched the leaves fly with his calm eyes. Then a swarm of anxious, anxious, shy little ones crowded around him; He hugged them all and smiled at their crying. And said: One day, like me, you will be freed from all anxiety, freed from all dark fears, and your cheeks will be without tears...