FOR EVERYTHING THERE IS A SEASON

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					                                                          Smith’57 50th reunion Service of Remembrance
                                                          organized by Adelle Leeder Gersten ’57. Page 1



FOR EVERYTHING THERE IS A SEASON

For everything there is a season,
and a time for every matter under heaven:
A time to be born and a time to die;
A time to plant and a time to pluck up what is planted;
A time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to seek, and a time to lose;
A time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time for war, and a time for peace.


PRAYER

Eternal spirit, before whom generations rise and pass away, we find that even in the face
of death, our words can be those of thanksgiving.
We are thankful for those who shared their lives with us...Those for whom love and family
were so important.... whose life was lived with vigor.
For the struggles of life, and for the triumph of character over trial, of courage over
difficulty, of faith over sorrow, we give thanks.
God grant us such strength in the memory of our friends that we might be thankful for the
gift of life that is given to each of us, and in our hearts, may the loss of our classmates be
balanced by thanksgiving for the lives that were shared with us. Amen
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                                                        organized by Adelle Leeder Gersten ’57. Page 2




WE REMEMBER THEM
At the rising of the sun and at its going down,
       We remember them.
At the blowing of the wind and in the chill of winter,
       We remember them.
At the opening of the buds and in the rebirth of spring,
       We remember them.
At the shine of the sun and in the warmth of summer,
       We remember them.
At the rustling of the leaves and in the beauty of autumn,
       We remember them.
At the beginning of the year and at its end,
       We remember them.
As long as we live, they too will live:
For they are now a part of us,
As we remember them.
When we are weary and in need of strength,
       We remember them.
When we are lost and sick at heart,
       We remember them.
When we have joy we crave to share,
       We remember them.
When we have decisions that are difficult to make,
       We remember them.
When we have achievements that are based on theirs,
       We remember them.
As long as we live, they too will live
For they are now a part of us,
As we remember them.                                          -Sylvan Kamens and Jack
Riemer
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                                                       organized by Adelle Leeder Gersten ’57. Page 3



YOU CAN SHED TEARS THAT SHE IS GONE

You can shed tears that she is gone,
Or you can smile because she has lived.
You can close your eyes and pray that she’ll come back,
Or you can open your eyes and see all she’s left.
Your heart can be empty because you can’t see her,
Or you can be full of the love you shared.
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday,
Or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.
You can remember her only that she is gone,
Or you can cherish her memory and let it live on.
You can cry and close your mind,
Be empty and turn your back.
Or you can do what she’d want:
Smile, open your eyes, love and go on.
                                         -Lynnie Buttercup
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                                                  organized by Adelle Leeder Gersten ’57. Page 4




BIRTH IS A BEGINNING

Birth is a beginning
And death a destination
But life is a journey
A going -- a growing
From stage to stage
From childhood to maturity
And youth to age.
From innocence to awareness
And ignorance to knowing;
From foolishness to discretion
And then perhaps, to wisdom.
From Weakness to strength
Or strength to weakness
And, often, back again.
From health to sickness
And back we pray, to health again.
From offense to forgiveness,
From loneliness to love,
From joy to gratitude,
From pain to compassion,
And grief to understanding --
From fear to faith.
From defeat to defeat to defeat --
Until, looking backward or ahead,
We see that victory lies
Not as some high place along the way,
But in having made the journey, stage by stage.
A sacred pilgrimage.
Birth is a beginning
And death a destination.
But life is a journey,
A sacred pilgrimage --
Made stage by stage --
To life everlasting.
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MOMENTS

If I live my life over again,
In the next life I would make more mistakes.
I wouldn't try to be more perfect...I would relax more.
I would be much more fun-loving than I have been in this life
  doing only very little with such seriousness.
I wouldn't be so clean.
I would take more risks, take more trips, watch more dawns,
  climb more mountains, swim more lakes, rivers.
I would go to more places I haven't been.
I would eat more ice cream and fewer peas.
I would have more real problems and less imaginary ones.
I was one of those people that lived each minute of life
  realistically and prolifically.

Of course I've had moments of happiness.
But if I could go back and do it again, I'd try to only have good moments.
Because, if you don't know, life is made of than, moments, only moments.

Don't miss the now.
I used to be one of those people that never went anywhere without a thermometer,
a bottle of water, an umbrella and a parachute.
If I could live my life over, I would travel lighter.
If I could live my life over, I would begin to walk without shoes at the beginning of the
spring
and continue bare foot until the end of the Autumn.
I would travel more by unknown roads,
I would enjoy more sunsets and play with more children.
Only if I had another chance at life.
                       Jorge Luis BORGES
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                                                             organized by Adelle Leeder Gersten ’57. Page 6




DO NOT STAND ON MY GRAVE AND WEEP

Do not stand on my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond's glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.          MANY WINTERS            All my life is a dance.
When I was young and feeling the earth,
My steps were quick and easy.
The beat of the earth was so loud
That my drum was silent beside it.
All of my life rolled out from my feet
Like my land which had no end as far as I could see.
The rhythm of my life was pure and free.
As I grew older my feet kept dancing so hard
That I wore a spot in the earth.
At the same time I made a hole in the sky.
I danced to the sun and the rain and the moon lifted me up
So that I could dance to the stars.
My head touched the clouds sometimes
And my feet danced deep in the earth
So that I became the music I danced to everywhere
It was the music I dance to everywhere
It was the music of life.
Now my steps are slow and hard
And my body fails my spirit,
Yet my dance is still within me and
My song is the air I breathe.
My song insists that I keep dancing forever.
My song insists that I keep rhythm
With all of the earth and the sky.
My song insists that I will never die.
                              Nancy Wood
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                                                      organized by Adelle Leeder Gersten ’57. Page 7



  MANY WINTERS

All my life is a dance.
When I was young and feeling the earth,
My steps were quick and easy.
The beat of the earth was so loud
That my drum was silent beside it.
All of my life rolled out from my feet
Like my land which had no end as far as I could see.
The rhythm of my life was pure and free.
As I grew older my feet kept dancing so hard
That I wore a spot in the earth.
At the same time I made a hole in the sky.
I danced to the sun and the rain and the moon lifted me up
So that I could dance to the stars.
My head touched the clouds sometimes
And my feet danced deep in the earth
So that I became the music I danced to everywhere
It was the music I dance to everywhere
It was the music of life.
Now my steps are slow and hard
And my body fails my spirit,
Yet my dance is still within me and
My song is the air I breathe.
My song insists that I keep dancing forever.
My song insists that I keep rhythm
With all of the earth and the sky.
My song insists that I will never die.
                              Nancy Wood
                                                          Smith’57 50th reunion Service of Remembrance
                                                          organized by Adelle Leeder Gersten ’57. Page 8




DEATH IS NOT THE ENEMY

I often feel that death is not the enemy of life, but its friend; for it is the knowledge that
our years are limited which makes them so precious. It is the truth that time is but lent to
us which makes us, at our best, look upon our years as a trust handed into our temporary
keeping.

We are like children privileged to spend a day in a great park filled with many garden and
playgrounds and azure-tinted lakes with white boats sailing upon the tranquil waves.

True, the day allotted to each of us is not the same in length, in light, in beauty. Some
children of earth are privileged to spend a long and sunlit day in the garden of earth. For
others the day is shorter, cloudier, and dusk descends more quickly as in a winter’s tale.

But whether our life is a long summery day or a shorter wintry afternoon, we know that
inevitably there are storms and squalls which overcast even the bluest heaven and there
are sunlit rays which pierce the darkest autumn sky. The day that we are privileged to
spend in the great park of life is not the same for all human beings; but there is enough
beauty and joy and gaity in the hours, if we will but treasure them.

Then for each of us the moment comes when the great nurse, death, takes us by the hand
and quietly says, “It is time to go home. Night is coming. It is your bedtime, child of
earth. Come; you’re tired. Lie down at last in the quiet nursery of nature and sleep. Sleep
well. The day is gone. Stars shine in the canopy of eternity.”
       Joshua Loth Liebman




PSALM 23 THE LORD IS MY SHEPHERD

"The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want;
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures.
He leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul.
He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil;
For Thou art with me;
Thy rod and they staff, they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies;
Thou anointest my head with oil;
My cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life;
and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord forever." -Psalm 23
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AND IF I GO WHILE YOU'RE STILL HERE

And if I go while you’re still here …

Know that I still love on,
Vibrating to a different measure
Behind a thin veil you cannot see through.

You will not see me,
So you must have faith.

I wait the time when we can soar together again,
Both aware of each other.

Until then, live your life to the fullest,
And when you need me,
Just whisper my name in your heart,
… I will be there.
                      Colleen Hitchcock


REMEMBER ME

To the living, I am gone.
To the sorrowful, I will never return.
To the angry, I was cheated,
But to the happy, I am at peace,
And to the faithful, I have never left.
I cannot be seen, but I can be heard.
So as you stand upon a shore, gazing at a beautiful sea - remember me.
As you look in awe at a mighty forest and its grand majesty - remember me.
As you look upon a flower and admire its simplicity - remember me.
Remember me in your heart, your thoughts, and your memories of the times we loved, the
times we cried, the times we fought, the times we laughed.
For if you always think of me, I will have never gone

				
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