Think what you like Express whatever you feel A funeral without a God? Is it not just as real? Did they live a good life? Did someone hold them dear? If they died a nice person Aren't they entitled to be here? The flames which consume them makes all bodies ash but Souls and spirits cannot burn And can't be bought for cash. Sing songs if you wish to Speak verses and some rhyme Cry and mourn freely For there is no next time. We gather for the send off of someone we all knew Sceptics also need nice places to wish gone friends adieu. Vibrant colours of stained glass Old wood beams and seats Candlelight and fresh flowers Gives an aura which completes. Churches' often have the best sites With gardens meant to cheer Solemnity is inbuilt And we enter without fear. If this God is any good He (or she) won't grouse If some doubters also assemble Inside this holy house.
Tag: Souls
Blackwater Men
Where muddy waters flow Where only grasses grow Still roam the souls you know Of Blackwater Men. Blackwater Men will never fade away They still return on two tides every day They come and walk again To view their past domain It's where their bones are lain These Blackwater Men. Long, long these souls will haunt the salty shore Until the time when there's a world no more Then these past men will ride On one last foaming tide To heaven and there reside as Blackwater Men. We who live are richer by far Because they went before And trod the paths of time They ploughed, they fought, they prayed And gave the place some meaning. So now as we follow Let us bless these people Who made the river work and Sowed the seeds of life Which we take with us each day And so we join and say Amen. October 2000 The above may not seem to flow well but it was written to be set to music. This has been done by Clive Smith of South Woodham Ferrers and is a choral work within a suite.
Big Wind
What if a great big wind came and picked us up and dropped us on some lonely shore? Would we try to leave or make it home? Could we stay there ever more? The experience would change us for ever. We might adjust and stay without regret. We might just sit and search our souls and be as happy as we can get. Shall we wish for a big wind to change our lives if our 'humdrum' needs rearranging? We could relish the new challenge, and start our bored lives achanging.
Salute!
So rest young warrior In yon ditch or field And know that we are grateful For the might that you did wield. Rest easy in your graves For it's not you who sinned And we will always honour you Though you are but dust in the wind. The suited table talkers who fail Send our young to die But don't include their own children When they give war a try. It's the unemployed and poor who sign up for wars and adversity While the rich kids catch a jet To a foreign job or university. So many generous immature souls Come forward when the Bell is rung When the politician's remedies fail They pass the bile filled cup - To the young.
Equal Opportunity
Think what you like Express whatever you feel A funeral without a God? Is it not just as real? Did they live a good life? Did someone hold them dear? If they died a nice person Aren't they entitled to be here? The flames which consume them Makes all bodies ash, but Souls and spirits cannot burn And can't be bought for cash. Sing songs if you wish to Speak verses and some rhyme Cry and mourn freely For there is no next time. We gather for the send off Of someone we all knew Sceptics also need nice places To wish gone friends adieu. Vibrant colours of stained glass Old wood beams and seats Candlelight and fresh flowers Gives an aura which completes. Religions have the best sites With gardens meant to cheer Solemnity is inbuilt And we enter without fear. If this God is any good He (or she) won't grouse If some doubters also assemble Inside his holy house.
As I See Things 