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PIegtern Q emeterg No, 2
Second Reading ...
Gospel and Homily.
....... Amazing Grace
........ Wisdom 3:1-9
........ Romans 6:3-9
......... The Church's
.........Just A Closer
Walk With Thee
Recessional Hymn ... How Great Thou Art
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
Path of righteousness for His name's sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the
Shadows of death, I will fear no evil, for
Thou art with me, Thy rod and Thy staff they
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence
Of my 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 will dwell
In the House of the Lord forever.
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Wife ......... Valerie Fahrbach-Widmer
Mother .. .............. Helen Ripoll
Brother ............... Frederick Widmer
Nephews.............. Frederick Widmer,
Eugene Widmer, Michael Widmer
Niece ................... Lisa Widmer
and many other loving relatives and friends
John Beatty Thelbert Joseph
Anath Jackson Jose Rodriguez
Richard Johanson Dave Schuster
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For You Joe...
You would know the secret of death.
But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart
The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day
cannot unveil the mystery of light.
If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open
your heart wide unto the body of life.
For life and death are one, even as the river and the
sea are one.
In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent
knowledge of the beyond;
And like seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart
dreams of spring.
Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to
Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd
when he stands before the king whose hand is to be laid
upon him in honour.
Is the shepherd not joyful beneath his trembling, that
he shall wear the mark of the king?
Yet is he not more mindful of his trembling?
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and
to melt into the sun?
And what is it to cease breathing, but to free the breath
from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek
Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you
And when you have reached the mountain top, then you
shall begin to climb.
And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall
you truly dance.