Scattering of the Ashes in the Lake Walen (Walensee) – Rivers and brooks are freed from the ice by spring’s lovely, invigorating gaze!
Would you like to scatter the ashes in Lake Walensee at the non-denominational funeral service? Funeral speaker Abbot Reding from the Honora Zen Monastery organizes the memorial service in a respectful, dignified and sensitive manner.
Prayer and Meditation
Rivers and brooks are freed from the ice by spring's lovely, invigorating gaze. In the valley of green happiness of hope, the old winter, in its weakness, withdrew into rough mountains. From there, fleeing, he only sends impotent showers of granular ice in strips across the green field. But the sun doesn't tolerate anything white, everywhere it wants to enliven with colors. But there is a lack of flowers in the area.
She takes cleaned people for it. Turn back to look back at the city from these heights. A colorful swarm emerges from the hollow, dark gate. Everyone loves to sunbathe today. They celebrate the resurrection of the Lord. For they have risen themselves from the dull chambers of low houses, from craft and trade ties, from the pressure of gables and roofs. From the squeezing narrow streets, from the venerable night churches, all are brought to light. just look, look! How remedied the crowd smashes through the gardens and fields, like the river, in breadth and length, moves many a merry boat. And overloaded to the point of sinking, this last boat takes off.
Scattering Ashes in Lake Walen
Even from paths far from the mountain, colored clothes flash at us. I can already hear the tumult of the village, here is true heaven for the people, big and small are contentedly rejoicing. Here I am human, here I am allowed to be. Spring lets its blue ribbon flutter through the air again. Sweet, familiar fragrance strips foreboding the country. Violets are already dreaming, want to come soon. Listen, a soft harp sound from afar! spring, yes it is you! I heard you.