Memorial Service in Uri – Funeral Service – The shimmer of distant smiling shores. Whoever lost what you lost stops nowhere!
Abbot Reding and funeral officiant from the Nigredo Monastery, conducts funeral ceremonies in the canton of Uri with reverence, empathy, and heartfelt dignity. Here, where the mountains touch the sky and the River Reuss winds through the valley, life and eternity meet in stillness.
Whether at a quiet mountain cemetery, by the lake, or within a simple chapel — each farewell ceremony is created personally, with compassion and care. Through prayer, poetry, and silence, the transience of life becomes a doorway to the eternal, and what words can no longer express, silence gently holds.
The landscape of Uri, with its rocks, valleys, and solemn heights, mirrors the inner path of farewell — from letting go to trust, from sorrow to serene gratitude.
Prayer and Meditation – Funeral in Uri and Surroundings
The world has turned to gold.
Too long the sun’s sweet ray has touched the leaf, the bough.
Now bend, O world, into your winter’s sleep.
Soon from above, in soft woven veils,
the snow will fall and shroud you deep —
and bring you peace.
O world, O you, beloved laughter of gold — rest now!Fog hangs like smoke around the house,
the world turns inward.
Without need, no one goes out;
all things drift into thought.
The hand grows gentler, the voice grows still,
even gestures fade away.
Quietly, like on the ocean floor,
both humankind and earth now dream.Come into the park that death declared forgotten.
The shimmer of distant smiling shores,
the pure blue of unexpected clouds,
brightens ponds and painted paths.
Take the deep gold, the tender grey
of birch and box — the wind is mild.
The late roses have not yet fully withered.
Choose them, kiss them, weave your wreath.Forget not the last asters,
the crimson vines that climb the wall,
and what remains of living green —
disappear softly in the autumn’s face.The crows cry out and whirl in flight toward town.
Soon it will snow —
happy are those who still have a home.
You stand there rigid, looking back — how long already!
What are you, fool, fleeing winter into the world?
The world — a gate to a thousand deserts, silent and cold.
Whoever lost what you have lost can rest nowhere.Pale you stand, condemned to wander winter’s way,
like smoke that seeks the colder skies.
Fly, bird, and rasp your song in desert tones!
Hide, fool, your bleeding heart in frost and scorn!
The crows cry out and whirl in flight toward town.
Soon it will snow —
alas for those who have no home!
Place – Uri and Its Landscape
Uri, the heart of Switzerland, is a land of still lakes, ancient forests, and mountain peaks rising into light. Here, where the Reuss River flows quietly through deep valleys and snow-crowned ridges watch from above, each funeral ceremony finds its own sacred depth.
In Altdorf, Seelisberg, Bauen, or Andermatt, nature itself becomes a witness — a presence that embraces the soul as it journeys onward. Whether in golden autumn, white winter, or the clear morning of spring, each season gives its own reflection of farewell and eternity.
Abbot Reding shapes each ceremony with grace and stillness, honoring the life that has ended and guiding those who remain toward the quiet light of renewal.
Blessing and Farewell
Peace be upon you on your final journey.
For as the world bows low, the light within rises.