Little White Horses

Far out at sea

There are horses to ride,

Little white horses

That race with the tide.

Their tossing manes

Are the white sea-foam,

And the lashing winds

Are driving them home-

To shadowy stables

Fast they must flee,

To the great green caverns

Down under the sea.

-Irene F. Pawsey

I discovered this poem for a woman who’s life work was running her horse ranch along the coast. Read with eloquent delivery, this is the manner in which I chose to start her memorial service. A poem, reading or even a quote that captures the decedent’s personality. Perhaps it was a favorite piece of literature in his or her lifetime or, in some cases, written by the decedent. Often the family has one or several special poems or prayers that they would like read. If not, I can find the perfect one!