Zurich Glatttal – Funeral Service – Death is nothing, I just went into the room next door! I am me, you are you!

Meditation and Prayer

I would like to go there like the sunset and like the day in its last embers. O easy, gentle, unfelt death! Bleed myself to death in the bosom of the Eternal. I would like to go there like the bright star, in fullest splendor, in undiminished blinking. I would like to sink so quietly and so painlessly into the blue depths of heaven. Would like to go like the fragrance of the flower that joyfully wrings itself out of the beautiful chalice.

And swinging on the wing of blossom-laden air as incense on the Lord's altar. I would like to go like the dew in the valley when fire beckons him thirsty in the morning. O would God, like the sunbeam, drink my life-weary soul too! I want to go like the anxious note that comes from the strings of a harp. And, scarcely escaped from the earthly metal, a euphony resounds in the Creator's breast.

You won't go down like the sunset, you won't sink quietly like the star, you won't die the easy death of a flower. No morning ray will drink your soul. You will certainly go there, go there without a trace, but the misery will only weaken your strength. It dies gently only in nature, the poor human heart has to break piece by piece.

Funeral Service - Zurich Glatttal

Death is nothing, I just went into the room next door. I am me, you are you. What I was to you, I still am. Give me the name you always gave me. Speak to me as you have always done. Don't use any other language, don't be solemn or sad. Keep laughing at what we laughed at together.

Pray, laugh, think of me, pray for me to have my name pronounced the way it has always been, without any particular emphasis. Without a trace of a shadow. Life's meaning is what it has always been. The string is not cut through. Why shouldn't I be in your thoughts anymore just because I'm no longer in your field of vision? I'm not far, just across the way.