I send you to the restless sun
Awaiting your sweet shine,
And in between this world and next
I’ll hold your hand in mine.
For it is there between the sky
And boundless clouds of blue
That those who’ve passed this way before
Are waiting there for you.
Life is made of many things,
Of love, of grief, of strife.
Women pulled by many strings,
A child, mother, wife.
And now those strings will bind no more.
You’re free to chase the wind.
This is where your troubles end
And where your peace begins.
We are here to celebrate your life And the measure of its worth And every single life you touched While you were on this earth.
A short funeral poem by famous writer Robert Louis Stevenson, about being at peace at the end of life and being laid to rest.
Moving funeral or memorial poem about scattering a loved one’s ashes, ideal for a religious or non-religious funeral or scattering ceremony.
May your spirit soar in freedom From the fears that gripped so tight. May you find the peace you searched for As you wandered, lost,
