Orator – Funeral Service – O fear not, when old age breaks flower by flower from your head!

Your funeral orator, Abbot Reding (Zen monk) from the Honora Zen monastery, will guide you through the farewell ceremony according to your wishes and ideas.

Prayer and Meditation

O fear not, when old age breaks flower by flower from your head, that a dull, cold look will fall on your pale face. The outer shimmer is probably paler. But the inner appearance becomes brighter; That's why I'd rather just look deeper and deeper into your eyes. There I see all the fullness of love that grew richer from year to year. It penetrates through the old mantle of the soul's beauty bright and clear. I don't see the tired cheeks, I don't see the furrows of the years.

Your inner angelic face has dawned on me radiantly. funeral speaker But that is the beauty of old age, that it tunes the strings more cleanly, that the shrill tones of joy are removed. Takes away the sting of pain. One can judge and understand one's own guilt with that of others. And no matter how things go around, you learn to be patient. Peace comes from fulfilled striving, the pain of the missed disappears. And so the rest of life will be a gentle reminiscence. I've drunk many a wine, fallen in love with many a beautiful child.

Now everything goes sober, circled, measured, and that's the meaning of the song. Ah, lost, ah, forgotten! Dark red wine in a cup and only a white bosom. A lover and a reveler I was happy, when I was grown up I rode on intoxication's red steeds in the midst of the gods' bosom. Ah, forgotten, ah, shed! I go home alone at night and my basement is empty.

Orator - Funeral Service

The confused roaring, Ah, my heart no longer knows it. Virtue has established itself, exemplary, dignified, difficult. Ah, lost, ah, forgotten! Shouldn't anything delight me anymore, should I be sober forever? Woe to virtue, your wickedness, for they bring me only torment. Sour and sullen, I wear my halo. Ah, forgotten, ah, shed!