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Elsie Marshall

12th April 1908
-
2nd September 2002

Funeral Service 

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Welcome

Poem
For mercy, pity, kindness, mirth ………….
Read by Gwen Rowntree

We remember Elsie for her patience, tolerance, non-complaining, her sense of duty,
looking after her parents and her lovely sense of humour.

Poem
Pied Beauty …………. Gerard Manley Hopkins

From Joanna

Poem
Jewels in my hand……… Sasha Moorsom

Poem
I fall asleep .. Samuel Butler

Reading
They that love beyond the world cannot be separated by it………. William Penn

Poem
All Things pass ……………. Lao-Tzu (6th century BC)


They that love beyond the world cannot be separated by it.
Death cannot kill what never dies.

Nor can spirits ever be divided, that love and live in the same divine principle,
the root and record of their friendship.

If absence be not death, neither is theirs.

Death is but crossing the world, as friends do the seas; they live in one another still.

For they must needs be present, that love and live in that which is omnipresent.

In this divine glass they see face to face; and their converse is free, as well as pure.

This is the comfort of friends, that though they may be said to die,
yet their friendship and society are, in the best sense, ever present, because immortal.

WILLIAM PENN, from More Fruits of Solitude

All Things pass

A sunrise does not last all morning
All things pass
A cloudburst does not last all day
All things pass
Nor a sunset all night
All things pass
What always changes?

Earth...sky...thunder...
mounatin...water....
wind...fire...lake...

These change
And if these do not last

Do man's visions last?
Do man's illusions?

Take things as they come

All things pass

Lao-Tzu (6th century BC)


Jewels in my hand

I hold dead friends like jewels in my hand
Watching their brilliance gleam against my palm
Turquoise and emerald, jade, a golden band

All ravages of time they can withstand
Like talismans their grace keeps me from harm
I hold dead friends like jewels in my hand

I see them standing in some borderland
Their heads half-turned, waiting for my arm
Turquoise and emerald, jade, a golden band

I’m not afraid they will misunderstand
My turning to them like a magic charm
I hold dead friends like jewels in my hand
Turquoise and emerald, jade, a golden band.

Sasha Moorsom January 25th 1931 - June 22nd 1993

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