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Holy Saturday 209

Always

My father was good at loving,
had a lifetime’s practice
loving friends, strangers, puss cats,
anyone who crossed his path.
Chiefly, and dutifully, he worshipped God
and he loved us, his family.
I, who am less experienced in such matters,
cannot begin to reckon his sum,
but he told us often that he loved us.
‘Now and always’ and I believed him.
Still do. Utterly.

Frances Copsey

Turning the ashes

In some cemeteries, gardens of remembrance and graveyards, cremated ashes are
scattered in a specific area of ground. This is a liturgy to accompany an annual
event when the ashes scattered throughout the year are turned into the earth.

Opening responses:

Dust to dust, ashes to ashes
FROM GOD WE CAME, TO GOD WE RETURN

In God we live, in God we have our being
FROM GOD WE CAME, TO GOD WE RETURN

We are part of a cycle of living and dying
FROM GOD WE CAME, TO GOD WE RETURN

In God we die, in God we go on living
FROM GOD WE CAME, TO GOD WE RETURN