Ephemeral Horizon
A journey, a passage, from birth until now,
Through trials and triumphs, we’ve all learned somehow,
To cherish each moment, the big and the small,
For life is a gift, that is given to all.
We gather here now, to honor a life,
One filled with love, joy, and occasional strife,
A tapestry woven, with threads fine and grand,
A story of a journey, through a beautiful land.
In the warmth of the sun, and the cool of the night,
Through seasons and reasons, and the soft dawning light,
The lessons we’ve learned, from the ones who’ve passed on,
Give us strength to continue, when it seems all is gone.
In the eyes of the loved ones, who gather today,
We see reflections of life, in a beautiful array,
Let’s celebrate the journey, the laughter, the tears,
For the memories we cherish, will stay with us for years.
As the sun sets below, the horizon so vast,
We know that the journey, is not meant to last,
But the love and the memories, that we hold in our heart,
Will stay with us always, even when we depart.
Footprints on the Soul
Life is a dance, a rhythm, a song,
A melody that plays, as we move along,
From the first cry of birth, to the last sigh of age,
Each moment a note, on the grandest of stage.
We twirl and we spin, in the dance of our days,
Through joys and through sorrows, in so many ways,
The dance is a gift, that we all get to share,
With the ones that we love, and the ones who care.
Let’s honor the dancer, who has completed the dance,
Who has moved through life, with grace and advance,
A life well-lived, a dance well-danced,
A story to tell, a love that’s enhanced.
As we gather here, let’s dance in delight,
In the memories we share, in the love that’s so bright,
For the dance may be over, but the love will remain,
In the heartbeats we share, in the joy and the pain.
Let’s celebrate the dance, that we all get to share,
With the ones that we love, and the ones who care,
For life is a dance, a rhythm, a song,
A melody that plays, as we move along.
Woven Memories
Life is a tapestry, woven with care,
With threads of joy, sorrow, love, and despair,
Each thread a moment, each color a day,
A beautiful picture, in a unique array.
We are the weavers, of our own design,
Creating a pattern, intricate and fine,
The tapestry changes, as we add each thread,
Reflecting the path, that we each have led.
Today we honor, a tapestry complete,
A life well-lived, a journey so sweet,
A tapestry woven, with love and with care,
A story to share, a life to declare.
As we remember, the moments we’ve shared,
The threads of our lives, intertwined and paired,
Let’s celebrate the tapestry, that we each create,
For it’s the moments we cherish, that make life so great.
The tapestry of life, is a gift we all share,
With the ones that we love, and the ones who care,
Let’s honor the weaver, and the tapestry bright,
For the threads of our lives, are woven with light.
Melodies and Echoes
Life is a symphony, a beautiful tune,
Played on the strings, of the heart and the moon,
Each note a memory, each chord a delight,
A melody of moments, from the morning to night.
From the first cry of birth, to the last sigh of death,
We play our own symphony, with each fleeting breath,
The music we make, is unique to our soul,
A symphony of life, that makes us feel whole.
Today we remember, a symphony played,
A melody of moments, that will never fade,
A symphony of love, of joy and of tears,
A melody that will stay, in our hearts for the years.
As we gather here, let’s play a sweet song,
In honor of the one, who has played all along,
A symphony of life, a melody bright,
A celebration of moments, from the morning to night.
Let’s celebrate the symphony, that we each get to play,
With the ones that we love, and the ones who stay,
For life is a melody, a symphony bright,
A song that we sing, from the morning to night.
Blossoms and Thorns
Life is a garden, a beautiful bloom,
With flowers and thorns, and the sweetest perfume,
From the first bud of spring, to the last leaf of fall,
The garden of life, is a gift to us all.
We plant the seeds, of our hopes and our dreams,
We nurture the garden, with love and with beams,
The flowers that bloom, and the thorns that we find,
Are all part of the garden, of life’s grand design.
Today we remember, a garden well-tended,
A life full of blooms, and a journey well-ended,
A garden of love, of joy and of tears,
A story to tell, for the coming years.
As we gather here, let’s plant a new seed,
In honor of the one, who has planted indeed,
A garden of life, a story to tell,
A celebration of love, that we all know well.
Let’s celebrate the garden, that we each get to tend,
With the ones that we love, and the ones who befriend,
For life is a garden, a beautiful bloom,
With flowers and thorns, and the sweetest perfume.
Eclipsing Moments
Life unfolds, a canvas fresh,
Painted with moments that intersect,
From first steps to the slowing gait,
Each brushstroke seals a different fate.
In the whispers of the wind, we hear,
The echoes of laughter, joy, and cheer,
And even in the shadows, where silence resides,
Love finds a way to be our guides.
Today we pay tribute, to a masterpiece,
A life of complexity, a canvas at peace,
Each stroke mattered, each hue had its place,
A work of art, in the gallery of grace.
We celebrate the colors, bright or subdued,
They mingle in memory, in a reverent mood,
Gathered here, we become the canvas too,
Our lives painted richer, with shades only love knew.
Though the artist has put down the brush,
The canvas remains, in a tranquil hush,
It hangs in our hearts, where it's easy to see,
A lasting tribute, to love's endless legacy.
Ripple in Eternity
Life is water, a river’s flow,
Calm and gentle, yet wildly so,
It courses through valleys, over stones,
Carries with it, whispers and moans.
Sometimes a torrent, sometimes a stream,
Always moving, like a waking dream,
We're touched by its current, as it goes by,
As it moves forward, under the same sky.
Today, we pause by the river’s edge,
To honor a life, to make a pledge,
A ripple sent forth, through time and space,
One soul's journey, in this vast place.
We are the ripples, intertwined and free,
In the river of existence, we find unity,
We gather here, in collective grace,
To celebrate a life, and the love we can't replace.
Though the river flows on, and the ripples fade,
The essence remains, in the love that we've made,
In the whispers of water, we hear a tale,
A life's journey, that will forever prevail.
Shadows and Light
Life is contrast, a tapestry spun,
With threads of darkness, and rays of sun,
From the mysteries of midnight, to the dawn's first ray,
Each has its place, in the grand display.
In moments of joy, we find the light,
In times of sorrow, comes the quiet night,
Each has its purpose, in life's intricate plan,
A cycle of learning, for every woman and man.
Today, we reflect on a life's grand stage,
A tale complete, yet beyond its age,
A tale of shadows, a tale of light,
A human journey, through day and night.
As we celebrate, let's embrace it all,
For in the contrasts, we find life's call,
In the ebb and flow, we find our place,
In the tapestry of existence, a never-ending grace.
Let’s honor the contrast, that makes life whole,
The play of shadows, that touch the soul,
In the intricate weaving, of sorrow and delight,
Lies the eternal dance, of shadows and light.
Ephemeral Echoes
Life is sound, a fleeting tune,
Heard under the moon, and the sun at noon,
It resonates in laughter, and whispers in tears,
A chorus that plays, throughout the years.
From the first cry, to the last breath,
The sound of life, knows no depth,
It rises and falls, in waves so sweet,
A harmonious score, that’s hard to beat.
Today we listen, to the echoes past,
A life’s music, that will forever last,
A symphony of moments, both big and small,
An opus of love, that touched us all.
We gather in unity, to honor the score,
To replay the notes, we all adore,
Though the sound has faded, the echoes remain,
In the chambers of heart, where love sustains.
Let’s celebrate sound, and the music we make,
With every hello, and each heartbreak,
For the echoes we send, in this brief tune,
Will resonate forever, under the sun and moon.
Pillars and Skies
Life is architecture, structurally sound,
Built on foundations, from the underground,
From towering pillars, to the open skies,
A blueprint of memories, where love never dies.
With bricks of joy, and mortar of sorrow,
We construct our today, and plan our tomorrow,
Each pillar a lesson, each window a view,
Into a life that was honest, and a love that was true.
Today, we examine this architectural grace,
A monument to life, in this sacred space,
A structure complete, yet forever a part,
Of the landscapes we carry, deep in our heart.
We gather today, amid pillars and skies,
To celebrate a life, without goodbyes,
Though the architect rests, the building stands,
A tribute to love, crafted by eternal hands.
Let’s honor this structure, so meticulously planned,
For it lives on in the blueprints, and the grains of sand,
In the architecture of life, in the pillars we raise,
We find the true essence, that deserves all our praise.
Cosmic Imprint
Life is a galaxy, a cosmic display,
Where stars are born, and comets sway,
From the brilliance of suns, to the pull of the dark,
Each celestial body leaves its own mark.
In the vastness of space, where time knows no end,
We find our orbit, and the love of a friend,
Each life a star, in this infinite dome,
A light that once shined, in the universe's home.
Today, we salute a cosmic design,
A star that shined uniquely, in its celestial line,
A light that touched others, in its radiant glow,
A legacy that the night sky will forever know.
Gathered beneath the heavens, we look above,
And remember the star, that we all dearly love,
Though the light may flicker out, from our earthly view,
In the cosmic tapestry, it continues to strew.
So, let’s honor this cosmic journey today,
For every star has its moment, in the grand ballet,
Though galaxies spin, and stars may fade,
The imprint remains, in the love we’ve displayed.
Pages and Memories
Life is a book, a narrative told,
With pages of silver, and chapters of gold,
From the prologue of youth, to the epilogue’s grace,
Every word written, finds its perfect place.
We are the authors, of our own tale,
Some chapters are calm, while others set sail,
Into storms and trials, with twists unforeseen,
Yet every page turned, is a distance we've been.
Today, we revisit a story well-penned,
A tale of a life, we couldn’t pretend,
With characters rich, and settings so grand,
A narrative that few could truly understand.
As we leaf through the pages, of memories past,
We find love in the margins, a spell forever cast,
Though the book may close, the story prevails,
In the hearts left behind, the tale never fails.
Let's celebrate the story, that we've come to know,
With every tear and smile, the love continues to grow,
For the pages may end, but the memories persist,
In the never-ending chapters, that love can’t resist.
Uncharted Waters
Life is an ocean, vast and wide,
With tides that pull and waves that glide,
From the first drop of rain, to the last ebb and flow,
The ocean’s majesty is something to bestow.
We are the sailors, on this endless sea,
Guided by stars, to our destiny,
Through storms and calms, we make our way,
Navigating life, from bay to bay.
Today, we honor a voyage complete,
A sailor at rest, yet never obsolete,
An odyssey of courage, a passage of time,
A seafaring spirit, in its ultimate climb.
We gather by the shore, to pay our respect,
To a life well-traveled, we shall never neglect,
Though the voyage is over, the tales will endure,
In the legacy of love, that is the only cure.
Let’s toast to the sailor, who charted the sea,
Who taught us to be brave, and let our hearts be free,
For the ocean is endless, as is the love we keep,
In the uncharted waters, of the dreams so deep.
Sands of Time
Life is a desert, arid and vast,
A landscape of now, present, and past,
From the grains beneath our feet, to the scorching sun,
Each dune we cross is a battle won.
We wander through valleys, climb sandy hills,
Driven by dreams, and a wanderer's will,
The mirages we see, the oasis we find,
Are all landmarks, in the desert of the mind.
Today, we gather to honor the trail,
Of one who ventured, without avail,
Through dunes and storms, with a compass so fine,
A life's journey, in the sands of time.
In this moment, we are the desert, you see,
A collective of souls, as boundless as can be,
Though the wanderer rests, the journey extends,
In the sands of memory, where love never ends.
So, let’s honor the trek, through this vast terrain,
The highs and the lows, the joy and the pain,
For each grain of sand, is a moment we find,
A tribute to life, in the eternal sands of time.
Skyward Glances
Life is a sky, forever in change,
A canvas of clouds, in an endless range,
From the first light of dawn, to the fall of night,
The sky tells a story, in shades of twilight.
We are the onlookers, with skyward glances,
Finding hope in its hues, taking life’s chances,
In the brilliance of day, and the mystery of night,
We find pieces of ourselves, in its ceaseless light.
Today, we commemorate a sky so divine,
A life that reflected, the sun’s own shine,
A sky that brought rain, and rainbows too,
A tapestry of experiences, in every hue.
We gather beneath it, a sky so grand,
To honor a life, we fully understand,
Though the sun sets, the stars take its place,
In the eternal sky, and in our embrace.
Let’s celebrate this sky, in its vibrant dance,
For each sunrise and sunset, is more than chance,
It’s a painting of love, in strokes so grand,
A skyward glance, in this ever-changing land.
