William Shakespeare writes,
“What’s in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;”
Sometimes a rose may smell even sweeter still
When that rose carries in its aroma
Our memories of a loved one
Sometimes a rose may smell even sweeter still
When that rose carries in its aroma
Our feelings of love and adoration
Sometimes a rose may smell even sweeter still
When that rose carries in its aroma
The pictures in our minds eye of people we love who have gone on ahead
Sometimes a rose may smell even sweeter still
When that rose carries in its aroma
All of the times we have shared and maybe even dreams that we are still sharing
Robert Burns shares our feelings of love for those dear to us in his poem:
My love is like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June:
My love is like the melody
That’s sweetly played in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in love am I:
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till all the seas go dry.
Till all the seas go dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt with the sun:
And I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands of life shall run.
And fare thee well, my only love,
And fare thee well a while!
And I will come again, my love,
Thou’ it were ten thousand mile.
Our hearts are filled with that love for those near and dear to us who have gone before us onto eternity now. These roses before and around us today are symbols of that love for all to see and sense.
Let us pray:
Lord we ask that you bless this garden for all it means to us gathered here today.
Lord we ask that you would bless all who pass near these roses with memories, cherished thoughts and prayers.
Lord we ask your blessings upon our memories and upon our very souls
Lord we ask your blessing for evermore until we meet again upon that final shore.
We ask your blessing in this garden, in Jesus’ Name, Amen.
“What’s in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;”
Sometimes a rose may smell even sweeter still
When that rose carries in its aroma
Our memories of a loved one
Sometimes a rose may smell even sweeter still
When that rose carries in its aroma
Our feelings of love and adoration
Sometimes a rose may smell even sweeter still
When that rose carries in its aroma
The pictures in our minds eye of people we love who have gone on ahead
Sometimes a rose may smell even sweeter still
When that rose carries in its aroma
All of the times we have shared and maybe even dreams that we are still sharing
Robert Burns shares our feelings of love for those dear to us in his poem:
My love is like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June:
My love is like the melody
That’s sweetly played in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in love am I:
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till all the seas go dry.
Till all the seas go dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt with the sun:
And I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands of life shall run.
And fare thee well, my only love,
And fare thee well a while!
And I will come again, my love,
Thou’ it were ten thousand mile.
Our hearts are filled with that love for those near and dear to us who have gone before us onto eternity now. These roses before and around us today are symbols of that love for all to see and sense.
Let us pray:
Lord we ask that you bless this garden for all it means to us gathered here today.
Lord we ask that you would bless all who pass near these roses with memories, cherished thoughts and prayers.
Lord we ask your blessings upon our memories and upon our very souls
Lord we ask your blessing for evermore until we meet again upon that final shore.
We ask your blessing in this garden, in Jesus’ Name, Amen.
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