celebration of life

i went to the funeral of a friend’s father – it was beautiful, moving – a celebration of life – of one elegant and gentle man.

clara, grand daughter read beautifully the following poem which was extremely touching as apparently he had marked the poem out in a book just before his death.

Lights Out (1917)
Edward Thomas
I have come to the borders of sleep,
The unfathomable deep
Forest where all must lose
Their way, however straight,
Or winding, soon or late;
They cannot choose.

Many a road and track
That, since the dawn’s first crack,
Up to the forest brink,
Deceived the travellers,
Suddenly now blurs,
And in they sink.

Here love ends,
Despair, ambition ends;
All pleasure and all trouble,
Although most sweet or bitter,
Here ends in sleep that is sweeter
Than tasks most noble.

There is not any book
Or face of dearest look
That I would not turn from now
To go into the unknown
I must enter and leave, alone,
I know not how.

The tall forest towers;
Its cloudy foliage lowers
Ahead, shelf above shelf;
Its silence I hear and obey
That I may lose my way
And myself.

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One thought on “celebration of life

  1. thats SO moving. I have been to 2 funerals recently, at my aunts funeral, her grandaughter played an Irish lullaby on the flute…it was heartbreakingly haunting and such a fitting end to the service. So incredibly sad. xx

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