Zurich Wallisellen – Funeral Service – And when he sadly crept along on the staff after many happy years!

Prayer and Meditation

The mason steps out fresh, he's supposed to break you down. There it is for me, you old house, as if I heard you speak: "How do you like me, the long year" The love and harmony temple was, how do you want to destroy me? Your ancestor once built me up and prayed piously with his beautiful, quiet bride. Then enter me first. I am well aware of everything, every air, every suffering that befalls them.

Your father was born here, in the tanned room, he gave me the first looks, the lively, strong boy. He looked at the little angels swaying in the window light, then at his mother. And when he sadly crept along on the staff after many happy years, he already experienced how quiet a grave was in my lap. He sat there in that corner, mute and folding his hands, longingly looking up at the sky. You yourself - but no, I'm not saying that, I don't want to talk about you.

If all this has no weight, just let it break. Luck moved in with the ancestor, you destroy the temple so that it finally gives way. I can stand for many more years, I am firmly established, and whether a downpour is allied with the storms blowing. I rise up boldly like a rock, and whatever beauty I lost, did I not regain it in dignity?

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And don't I have many a hall and many spacious rooms? Doesn't my portal still shine festively in its old splendor? Everyone still liked me, no happy one complained that I was too small. And when it comes to the end, and when the warm life stands still in your veins, it will not lift you up. There where your father lay dying, where your mother's eyes broke to fight the last battle? Now it's quiet, the old house, but to me it's as if the dead fathers were all stepping out.

To pray for her house, and also in my own breast, how many a child's desire calls. Leave the house, leave it! Meanwhile the bricklayer has already climbed up into the beams, he is beginning to break down with a vengeance, and stones and bricks are flying. Quiet, dear master, leave here, I'll gladly pay you the daily wages, but the house remains standing.