at Memorial Service
for Michael Jackson
July 7th, 2009
If you can’t be a pine on the top of the
Be a scrub in the valley – but be
The best little scrub by the side of the rill;
Be a bush, if you can’t be a tree.
If you can’t be a bush, be a bit of the
And some highway happier make;
If you can’t be a muskie, then just be a bass –
But the liveliest bass in the lake!
We can’t all be captains, we’ve got
to be crew,
There’s something for all of us here.
There’s big work to do and there’s lesser to do
And the task we must do is the near.
If you can’t be a highway, then just be
If you can’t be the sun, be a star;
It isn’t by size that you win or you fail –
Be the best of whatever you are!
- Douglas Malloch -
(1877 - 1938)
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
The Soul that rises with us, our Life’s Star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar:
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come
From God, who is our home.
- William Wordsworth -
(1770 - 1850)
Under the wide and starry sky
Dig the grave and let me lie.
Glad did I live and gladly die
And laid me down with a will.
This is the verse you grave for me:
Here he lies where he longed to be;
Home is the sailor, home from sea
And the hunter home from the hill.
- Robert Louis Stevenson -
(1850 - 1894)
The Arrow and The Song
I shot an arrow into the air
It fell to earth I know not where
For so swiftly it flew
The sight could not follow it
In its flight.
I breathed a song into the air
It fell to earth I knew not where
For who has sight so keen and strong
That it can follow the
Flight of song?
Long long afterward
In an oak
I found the arrow still unbroke
And the song
From beginning to end
I found again
In the heart of a friend!
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow -
(1807 - 1882)