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faerygirl 412 posts |
May 29, 2010, 09:46
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Sorry for your loss. These are some of my favourites x In Magic Realms In magic realms, There exists a truth, We forever searching, In realms above, Looking for this truth perfect, Our mortal lives to reflect, Upon the past, We must let go, To be re-born in the present, The here and now, Our journey through life, Is all but a dream, A blink of an eye, In the great cosmic scheme, In outer realms. The search for perfection, We will never find, It's only a figment, In our mind, This is the truth, We must all realise, Until we reach inner realms, Where pure love and truth abide, So seek not dear traveller, Through time and space, Accept what has been given, With good grace, For life is a cycle of re-birth, Only hope exists, In our lives on earth. - Julie Ann Full Circle A pebble came from the earth. A rock came from the pebble. The boulder came from the rock. The mountain came from the boulder. But now back to earth. The wind came from the sky. The breeze came from the wind. The gust came from the breeze. The tornado came from the gust. But now back to the sky. The snow came from the cold. The water came from the snow. The river came from the water. The ocean came from the river. But now back to the cold. The fire came from the light. The flare came from the spark. The blaze came from the flare. The inferno came from the blaze. But now back to the light. Life came from the ashes. We came from life. Unity came from us. Destruction came from unity. But now back to the ashes. The earth, The wind, The water, The fire, The life, Return all as one, from beginning to end. -Author Unknown Oak Tree Lay my body 'neath an Oak tree Give my roots to Mother Earth Take me back through my childhood Let me see the beauty of rebirth I have walked this path of mine in silence Bowed my head in awe of the Sun Bathed naked in the light of Mother Moon... Now I hear the voices of the wind Was that whisper of time that set me free I'm a living legacy to the Ancients Feel their power rise in me Ancient breezes cross the meadow blow Bring the Goddesses voice to my ear Songs of the Raven - Voice of the night Soothe my mind - Quell my fright Bring me strength written in stone Cradle my soul - No longer alone Pale moon light through leaves of Autumn Sense the fragrance of rebirth Softly calls me to the waters edge To wade in the womb of her Earth Bound by blood... Generations of life Their Magic touches my soul in the night Awakened to the call of far distant shores I am weaving myself into the fabric once more Time spun 'round me - warm cocoon The loving arms of Mother Moon I awaken and breathe in - There is life within - Tayame
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Branwen 824 posts |
Jun 04, 2010, 18:34
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http://www.pagan-transitions.org.uk/ I came across this website for pagan funeral rites when I was searching for someting else.
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oresaba 7 posts |
Jun 07, 2010, 16:43
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Hi scattered my dad's ashes a few months ago with these words: We recognise that the measure of a man is not determined by his show of outward strength or the volume of his voice or the thunder of his actions. It is to be seen in the strength of his commitments, the genuineness of his friendships, the sincerity of his purpose, the quiet courage of his convictions, his capacity to suffer, and his willingness to continue to grow up. Also said some private words. Try WB Yeats also Cheers, Simon
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Resonox 604 posts |
Jun 19, 2010, 15:55
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Might I enquire what your choice was in the end??
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