In addition to the naming reading, I chose two other readings from Singing the Living Tradition for the ceremony we did for Noah. Each of these jumped out out me as I was looking through the hymnal looking for readings that felt right. Each is originally a song, but I read them so they were more like spoken verse (I’m not a singer!).
The Leaf Unfurling
The leaf unfurling in the air,
the newborn child,
the loving parents’ care
these constant, common miracles we share.
All life is one,
a single branching tree,
all pain a part of human misery,
all happiness a gift to you and me.
The selfsame bells for joy and sorrow ring.
No one can know what the next hour will bring.
We cry, we laugh, we mourn,
and still we sing.
It is Something to Have Wept
It is something to have wept as we have wept,
and something to have done as we have done;
it is something to have watched when all have slept,
and seen the stars which never see the sun.
It is something to have smelt the mystic rose,
although it break and leave the thorny rods;
it is something to have hungered once
as those must hunger who have ate the bread of gods.
To have known the things that from the weak are furled,
the fearful ancient passions, strange and high.
It is something to be wiser than the world,
and something to be older than the sky.
Lo, and blessed are our ears for they have heard;
Yea, blessed are our eyes for they have seen.
Let the thunder break on human, beast, and bird, and lightning.
It is something to have been.
I read the final one as we put the box into the ground. I chose it primarily because of the last line. The middle section wasn’t as apropos, but the opening and close said something that I felt.