A Prayer for the Dead
~Byron Ballard
You have come to the end of this pathway
In a journey to which we bear witness.
You have come to the end of a pathway
That is barred with a gate and a door.
May this door open swiftly and silently.
May this gate give you a moment’s grace
In which to rest your spirit before you venture through.
We stand here with you, as your companions,
As your family, for you are beloved.
But, for now, we must remain here.
We can not go with you to this old land.
Not yet.
For you will see the Ancestors.
You will see the Beloved Dead.
You will walk among the Divine Beings
That guide and nurture us all.
You go to dwell in the lands
Of summer and of apples
where we dance
forever youthful, forever free.
We can hear the music in the mist
The drums that echo our sad hearts.
We can see your bright eyes and your smile.
And so we open the gate.
We push back the door.
We hold the gate open.
We glance through the doorway,
And with love and grief and wonder
We watch you walk through.
Hail the Traveler!
All those remembered in love, in honor,
Live on.
Farewell, o best loved,
O fairest,
Farewell
💗 Blessed Be, Mum 💗
💜Shanny
Bev always had a welcome cup of coffee to accompany an afternoon full of spirited conversation. My deepest condolences Paul to you and your family.
she was a wonderful, loving lady. A great friend. Will miss her for sure.
Your were a joy to work with, Bev. Often spoke so lovingly of Shan, Shawn and the grandkids.
Heartfelt sympathy to Shan, Paul and family. Bev was a blessing to all of us, full of irrepressible spirit and laughter. She will be greatly missed.
Love, Ellie