Daniel

Spreading of Ashes

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These ashes we gather today to spread,

Are not just the remains of someone dead,

Not just residue of someone who’s gone;

But the breath of a spirit that lives on.

 

As light as the air on which they take flight,

They are free to flow wherever they might;

So too that good spirit they represent,

Is released from his bonds and heaven-sent.

 

Floating on the breeze wherever it takes,

Touching softly whenever contact makes;

Whatever that these ashes might caress,

We hope this good gentle spirit will bless.

 

While this person we will miss very much,

Our lives his spirit will always still touch;

Not just a memory lodged in our mind,

But a warmth in our heart he’ll always find.

 

So, with joy, and not hearts heavy with loss,

Into the air these ashes we now toss;

The life of a good man we celebrate,

The love of a friend we commemorate.

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Burial of Ashes

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These ashes that in this grave are imbed,

Are not just the remains of someone dead,

Not just residue of someone who’s gone;

But the breath of a spirit that lives on.

 

As light as the air on which some took flight,

They were free to flow wherever they might;

So too that good spirit they represent,

Is released from his bonds and heaven-sent.

 

Floating on the breeze wherever it strayed,

Touching softly whenever contact made;

Whatever that those ashes did caress,

We hope this good gentle spirit did bless.

 

While this person we will miss very much,

Our lives his spirit will always still touch;

Not just a memory lodged in our mind,

But a warmth in our heart he’ll always find.

 

So, with joy, and not hearts strongly sorrowed,

Into this grave these ashes are now stowed;

The life of a good man we celebrate,

The love of a friend we commemorate.

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