It's a warm sunny day,and i've just walked to the local graveyard-here am i!The monkey puzzle tree trunks have big eyes all the way down-i expect they've seen alot of changes.
All these graves-hundreds-old,and recent.I suddenly feel sorrow,but more for the recent deaths and present morners.Maybe that's because time has healed more for the long gone.
God created man from earthly dust,and back to the earth our mortal shells return.....Do those that don't believe in God not wonder at funerals,when they hear the words,'dust to dust.'?How can they sit through the seremony-their dear departed in the coffin,inches away,and not consider the message they hear?What (on earth)do they suppose a funeral is for?POEM BREAK...
Lots of bodies
no longer being.
The silence clear-
no violence here.
A far off tree glistens
leaves shake and my Lord listens.
No more thought awhile,
here comes one,and then a smile
-a job for life-those morticians.
Yes it's peaceful here,just myself and scores of rotting corpses-SHUDDER!God's here of course,reassuring me of His presence,and making me at ease with His peace.
Alot of people come here,simply to sit,as i'm doing.Strange,that alot of people,perhaps without wondering why,have a strict respect for graveyards,and maybe a fear they can't quite fathom.I believe we all possess a sense of knowing and wonder about God.
Monkey puzzle tree-it doesn't puzzle me,
but maybe that's because i'm not a monkey!Thanks for your time.x
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