Memorial Service and Burial in the Friedwald Cemetery Bischofszell – The light is looking for you, will soon find you!
Funeral Service and burial in Friedwald Cemetery in Bischofszell: Abbot Reding from the Honora Zen Monastery, as the funeral speaker, organizes the memorial service according to your wishes.
The Friedwald Cemetery in Bischofszell offers very quiet and beautiful places for the final rest. After the burial, a get-together with food and drinks was celebrated in the Löwen inn in Sommeri.
Dear Abbot Reding
It was a wonderful, gifted atmosphere that we were all able to experience in Friedwald cemetery. The good Lord and karma gave my deceased wife wonderful weather, beautiful light effects, beautiful forest noises and enchanted all friends in a relaxed, loving mood.
Many thanks for the calm and dignity that you radiated and sent to everyone and spiritually accompanied my wife with dignity on the way to the afterlife. We hope you liked it too and found a nice place in your repertoire. I would be happy to send you a little extra and wish you, your family and your work and projects all the best, lots of joy and many warm encounters and experiences. You're still so young, you still have so much ahead of you and that's wonderful.
H.H (Stein AR)
Prayer and Meditation - Friedwald Memorial Service
A light, it winks through the forest, winks through the green leaves. The light is looking for you, will soon find you. Lights your way in any weather. Shall I, you dark one, dare to enter? Will you not be angry with the presumption that I carry the restless spark of time under the roof of the eternal shadow? Won't the rustle in the withered leaves scare you from the petrified elevation.
When my feet awaken your own dust, ancient autumns, from their sleep? You stare out of hollow crowns, memoryless. Down to your hundredfold death and do not shudder, and your treetops live far from the earth in the cold sunset. But I am man, the robbery of death, am time and embers. Am pain and wild blossoms! In a dark breast I want to guard the spark. Otherwise you'd fall to dust behind me, burning.