Lucerne – Funeral Service – Ever narrower, quietly, quietly, the circles of life draw, vanishes what boasts and flaunts!
Your funeral service in Lucerne: Abbot Reding from the Honora Zen Monastery, will guide you through the alternative burial according to your wishes.
Prayer and Meditation
Ever narrower, quietly, quietly, the circles of life draw, vanishes what boasts and flaunts. Hoping, hating, loving is gone, and nothing is left in sight but the last dark point. On Shrove Monday two are lying, their cold hands still entwined - life flowed rough by, the two have not conquered it. They greet the victor who is met with luck as if they have been conquered - united in death, they bless all those whom life blesses.
On the brightest morning, the happiest swallow suddenly fell from the sky and sank dead at my feet. At noon, opening the beak of the long-frozen one, I spied a fly in its throat, which it only half swallowed. It was still wriggling, I pulled it out and, drying its wings in the sun's rays, it soon whizzed away from me.
Funeral Service - Lucerne
What drives me from here, what mysteriously lures me there? Is it I win and what shall I buy it with? My inheritance approached invisibly, a spirit, a merry one. And urges me to die because he cannot live sooner? And the grapes that ripened for me are already beckoning to me from afar. On another star, and want my hand to graze it? Where will one day be the final resting place of those weary of wandering?
Under palm trees in the south, under linden trees on the Rhine? Am I buried somewhere in a desert by someone else's hand? Or do I rest on the shore of a sea in the sand? All the same, I am surrounded by heaven of God, there as well as here. And at night the stars hover above me as death lamps. A black night passed. The pines rustled in the storm. The weather has shattered the church with its tower. shatter the cross; crushes the altar.
Crushes the bones in the coffins - The Gothic arches thunder down from the mountains. The tower and chancel rush towards the village as if towards a grave. Then the boy jumps up in horror from the bed and speaks to the mother: "Oh mother, I had a dream that was so difficult that it spoiled my sleep. Oh mother, I dreamed that the dear Lord God had just died."