RICHARD MALCOLM SILLITTO
3rd March 1923 - 19th April 2005

Dunbar Parish Church
29th April 2005


". . . love, birth, death -- the three agonies that are made beautiful
by ceremony "

Order of Service

Introduction	Ross Flockhart
Prayer
My luve is like a red, red rose	Orna Gilchrist (fiddle)
A brief life of my father	Hillary Sillitto
Tribute	Maíre Brück
Reading: I Corinthians 13 (Lorimer's Scots translation)	Lawrence Twaddle
Prayer of thanksgiving
Psalm 23

At the graveside:
The burial
The benediction

Psalm 23
Tune: Crimond

The Lord’s my shepherd I’ll not want,
He makes me down to lie
in pastures green,
He leadeth me the quiet waters by.

My soul he doth restore again,
And me to walk doth make
within the paths of righteousness,
E’en for his own name’s sake.

Yea though I walk through death’s dark vale,
Yet will I fear no ill,
For thou art with me,
And thy rod and staff me comfort still.

My table thou has furnished
in presence of my foes,
My head thou dost with oil anoint,
And my cup overflows.

Goodness and mercy all my life
shall surely follow me,
And in God’s house forever more
my dwelling place shall be.

Advantages. Old is easy, Old means you know all your own short cuts; when to lean, and when to lead. Old still holds the black box of desire, remembers its codes for passion, its passages of stillness. Old knows the difference. Old cares, and knows how to care; how to touch, and when to let go; when to say goodbye and mean goodbye. Old knows where that word came from.
Colin Will, one of our newest friends, was inspired to write this poem by the Old Red Sandstone of Dunbar