Eulogy – Funeral Service – Give me a little while more time: I want to love things like nobody else!
Prayer and Meditation
Not from the last sledge track to the new flake dream, do I count the fulfilled annual space on the journey of life. Not from the first fresh singing that is born in the forest until the branches ring again does the year last for me. From the wine press to the wine press, the momentum of the year turns, no, I grow older in flames and young again in flames.
From the first lightning this year, which jumped out of a dark cloud, to the new heavenly fire, I calculate my annual cycle. You darkening ground, you patiently endure the walls. And perhaps you will allow the towns to last another hour and allow the churches and lonely monasteries another two hours and allow all redeemers five hours of hardship and see the farmer's day's work seven more hours -: Before you become forest again and water and growing wilderness in the hour of incomprehensible dread as you reclaim your unfinished image of all things.
Give me a little while more time: I want to love things like nobody else, until they are all worthy of you and far. I only want seven days, seven that no one has written about yet, seven pages of solitude. Whoever you give the book containing them will remain bent over the leaves. Unless you have it in your hands to write yourself.
Eulogy - Funeral Speech
Sweet, holy nature, let me follow your trail! Lead me by your hand like a child on a lead! Then, when I'm tired, I lean against your bosom, breathe the sweet joy of heaven, clinging to my mother's breast. Oh, I feel so good with you! Want to love you for and for. let me go on your trail, sweet, holy nature!