Ocean Focused Poem and Psalm for Ashes Scattering Assistance


Crossing the Bar

BYy Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Sunset and evening star,

And one clear call for me!

And may there be no moaning of the bar,

When I put out to sea,

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,

Too full for sound and foam,

When that which drew from out the boundless deep

Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,

And after that the dark!

And may there be no sadness of farewell,

When I embark;

For tho’ from out our bourne of Time and Place

The flood may bear me far,

I hope to see my Pilot face to face

When I have crost the bar.


A reading from Psalm 107

Those who go down to the sea in ships and ply their trade in great waters, these have seen the works of the Lord and his wonders in the deep.

For at his word the stormy wind arose and lifted up the waves of the sea.

They were carried up to the heavens and down again to the deep; their soul melted away in their peril.

They reeled and staggered like a drunkard and were at their wits’ end.

Then they cried to the Lord in their trouble, and he brought them out of their distress.

He made the storm be still and the waves of the sea were calmed.

Then were they glad because they were at rest, and he brought them to the haven they desired.