Memorial Service in Uri – Funeral Service – The shimmer of distant smiling shores. Whoever lost what you lost stops nowhere!

Prayer and Meditation

The world turned to gold. For too long the sweet rays of the sun hit the leaf, the branch. Now bow down, world, into hibernation. Soon it will sink towards you from above, veiling you in flaky fabrics - and bringing you peace. O world, O you, laughter dear to gold, rest! Fog hangs around the house like smoke, pushing the world inward. Nobody goes out without need, everything falls into sense. The hand becomes quieter, the mouth quieter, the gesture. Secretly, as if on the bottom of the sea, people and earth dream. Come to the declared dead park and see.

The shimmer of distant smiling shores. The unexpected blue of the pure clouds illuminates the ponds and the colorful paths. There take the deep yellow, the soft grey. Of birch and box, the wind is mild. The late roses weren't quite withered yet. Exquisite kiss her and weave the wreath. Don't forget those last asters, either. The crimson around the tendrils of wild vines. And also what was left of green life. Disappear easily in the autumnal face. The crows scream and fly towards the city. Soon it will snow, good for those who still have a home. Now you stand there, look backwards, ah! How long already! What are you, fool, before winter escaped into the world?

Funeral Service - Region Uri

The world - a gate to a thousand deserts silent and cold! Whoever lost what you lost stops nowhere. Now you stand pale, cursed to winter wanderings, like the smoke that is always looking for colder skies. Fly, bird, snarl your song in desert bird tone! Hide, you fool, your bleeding heart in ice and scorn! The crows shriek and whirl towards the city. Soon it will snow, woe to those who have no home!