Region Lake Zurich – Funeral Service – They die – and the dead never return! The pain, counting them, sits at the open tomb!

Meditation and Prayer

They die - and the dead never return! The pain, counting them, sits at the open tomb, a youth-old man, the gleam of the eye is clouded. Whose are the names he calls plaintively? It's the names of loved ones who have gone home. They are all dead, only their names remain. This mournful image of pain, the graves, are left to you alone. O pain, my dearest friend, cry no more! You don't want consolation - oh, I can't be surprised!

Because here with them you watched the evening light, and everything was as light and peaceful as it is now, but quickly escaped. Now your hopes are dead, your hair is fading. This mournful image of pain, the graves, are left to you alone. Death is here, death is there, death reigns in every place. Above, below, death threatens grimly all around - we too are death. Death has stamped its seal on everything that stirs in us, on our knowledge, our horror.

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First our joy dies, then hope, then fear - and when this dies, dust becomes dust, our body becomes robbery from the grave. What we embrace in love, everything must immediately turn pale. Even love would die if we didn't see that spoiled. It's just a point, hardly any pain, just a feeling, just felt. And yet it always speaks into it, and yet it disturbs you to live.

If you want to complain to others, you cannot put it into words. You say to yourself: "It's nothing!" And yet it won't let you. The world becomes so strangely alien to you, and all hope quietly leaves you when you finally know that the arrow of death has hit you.