Memorial Candles

Memorial Candles

Want a special candle to honor a loved one or child that you’ve lost, or to help comfort a friend?
We make Memorial Candles personalized with a photo of your loved one or a special poem.
We have several styles of Memorial Candles…and you get to choose from 8 different poems.
Scroll down the page to read thru them. There is one that is perfect for a Wedding Ceremony, representing someone who is not able to be with you on your Special Day. Three are Military based. Or Choose the Photo Memorial Candle. The picture can be emailed or sent by mail.
Physical pictures will be scanned and returned to you.
Email the Candlemaker with your pictures for this option at
Good as Anniversary Candles also.
Photo Candles can take 2 weeks at our busiest time.
We understand rush orders, email us if you need an earlier date.
We always reserve a few slots for rush orders every week.
Each candle is made with special care by the Candlemaker.
These candles are 7″ tall.
Price $32

Our Studio is open for appointments during September.  We are taking appointments for Mon, Wed, Fri and Sat 11am-4pm.
To get an appointment, just call or text 612-669-3541 or email to set it up.
We will be closed on Sundays.
In October we will only be open Mon, Wed, and Fridays. We have 3 Craft Shows in Oct.

Ordering is on this page. Just click the picture at the bottom of the page.

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Memorial Poem
Memorial Poem
Wedding Poem
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Memorial Poems

        Do not stand at my grave and weep                                                                        Wedding Poem
Do not stand at my grave and weep,                                                                  Although we can’t see you
I am not there, I did not sleep.                                                                              We know you are here
I am a thousand winds that blow,                                                                       Smiling down
I am the diamond glints on snow.                                                                        Watching over us
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.                                                                      As we say “I do”
I am the gentle autumn rain.                                                                                 Forever in our hearts
When you awaken in the morning’s hush                                                         Forever in our lives
I am the swift uplifting rush                                                                                   And so we say our vows
Of quiet birds in circled flight.                                                                               In loving memory of you
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there, I did not die.
Mary Elizabeth Frye
     The 23rd Psalm                                                                                                          I lift my eyes to the Hills
The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want                                                   I lift my eyes to the hills —
He makes me lie down in green pastures,                                                  Where does my help come from?
He leads me beside quiet waters,                                                                 My help comes from the Lord,
He restores my soul.                                                                                         The Maker of heaven and earth,
He guides me in paths of righteousness                                                      He will no let your foot slip —
for His name’s sake.                                                                                          He who watches over you
Even though I walk through                                                                              will not slumber;
the Valley of the Shadow of Death,                                                                 Indeed, he who watches over Israel
I will fear no evil,                                                                                                  will neither slumber nor sleep.
For you are with me,                                                                                           The Lord watches over you —
Your rod and your staff,                                                                                     The sun will not harm you by day,
they comfort me                                                                                                  Nor the moon by night,
You prepare a table before me                                                                        The Lord will keep you from all harm —
In the presence of my enemies.                                                                      He will watch over your life;
You anoint my head with oil,                                                                             The Lord will watch over
My cup overflows.                                                                                               Your coming and going
Surely goodness and love                                                                                 Both now and forevermore
Will follow me all the days of my life,                                                              Psalm 121
And I will dwell in the house
Of the Lord forever.
Psalm 23
When I am gone, release me – let me go                                                                He heard the call
When I am gone, release me – let me go                                                       He heard the call of his country;
I have so many things to see and do.                                                              And answered it brave and true;
You must not tie yourself to me with tears                                                   “I’ll be a man to do or die;
Be happy that we had so many years.                                                            I’m going to help them through.”
I gave you love, you can only guess,                                                                The Great Commander has written his name;
how much you gave me in happiness.                                                            On the roll of him who gave;
I thank you for the love each have shown,                                                     His Only Begotten Son;
but now it is time I traveled alone                                                                     And died that we might live.
So grieve awhile for me if grieve you must,                                                   He paid his debt to his country;
Then let your grief be comforted by trust.                                                      In the fight for right he has won;
It is only for a while that we must part                                                             And the King of Kings has spoken:
so bless those memories within your heart.                                                  “Thou faithful one, well done.”
I will not be far away, for life goes on.
So, if you need me, call and I will come.
though you cannot see or touch me,
I will be near. And if you listen with your
heart, you will hear all of my love
around you, soft and clear. Then when
You must come this way alone, I will greet
You with a smile and “Welcome Home”.
      His Last Parade                                                                                                    When I am called to serve
The weight of him on our shoulders,                                                              When I am called to serve, Dear Lord
The faint whiff of gunpowder smoulders,                                                      Wherever war may be,
It’s almost as if my lead bearing heart,                                                          Give me courage to fight the battles
Would stop with this solemn task.                                                                  My country may ask of me
We step in, out, in, out,                                                                                        Grace me with your presence,
These timings are not a shout,                                                                         And know that I love You.
To the tune of the bagpipes playing,                                                                While I fight the enemy,
To attention he is marching, laying.                                                                 My country needs me to.
Our arms underneath him for support,                                                           Help me protect my comrades,
To take him to his last call of port,                                                                   As You expect me to
No longer will he be a trencher,                                                                        And keep me in your loving hands
As the padre swings his golden censer.                                                        While I do what I must do.
The memories of him will never fade,                                                             I want to do my duty
As he is carried to his last parade,                                                                  And to give the best in me,
He has fought in line with his brothers,                                                          To do what I’ve been called to do
And today says goodbye to his lovers.                                                            And protect our liberty
We raise a glass to his name,                                                                           And if according to your will,
Because he lived without any shame,                                                             I must give up my life,
Now in peace he lies in restful sleep,                                                              Please bless with your protecting hand
And for him we shall forever weep.                                                                  My children and my wife.
–                                                                                                                                  Fred White

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