Funeral Service in Zurich Kloten – Master of Ceremonies – A thought wanders across the face of heaven!

Prayer and Meditation

God's gentleness may add, when a man is on his last legs. His people stand at the point of death so that they must weep, weep. So that they don't look with tears, the unspeakably anxious horror. As the spirit leaves the shell, last twitch, deep stillness. Woe to the tearless, woe to those who dare to approach death. Because that horror can secretly tremble for him throughout his life. But a sight of deeper sorrow, it was more fearful than the shudder of dying, one eye can grasp it. How two hearts leave each other.

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Flowers, birds, fragrant, singing, don't be so boisterous. Impetuously to my heart urgently. Let me walk the streets alone! Much has passed since we last met, and it has left my cheeks. Lucky for me it rained in autumn. Winter came sneaking into my heart, the tears died. And snow-white, all the green colors of hope have faded from me. Flowers, birds, all around in the grove, all you happy allies. Do not remind me that I am alone excluded from spring! A thought wanders across the face of heaven, the gloomy cloud there, so anxious, so heavy.

Like the mentally ill lying on the bed, the bush tosses back and forth in the wind. A melancholic rumbling sounds from the sky, the dark eyelash blinks from time to time. That's how eyes blink when they want to cry. And a weak beam twitches from the eyelash. Now cool showers and soft fog are creeping out of the moor over the heathland. Heaven left, contemplating his sorrow. The sun casually fall from your hand. All the best on the final journey and find eternal peace!