March 21, 2012

• An Afternoon in a Graveyard

  I’m eating my lunch in a graveyard.
  Human seeds have been planted in neat little rows. Stone stakes label the crop.

  ~ N.D. Wilson in Notes From The Tilt-A-Whirl

   

  

  I like cemeteries.
  The names, the epitaphs, the iconography, the quiet.
  I like the sadness, the melancholy, the stab of pain, the bracing reality of death.

  

  I hate death.
  I hate the ripping and tearing, the long separation, the disruption, the destruction.
  Death is my enemy.
  I whisper John Donne’s words, “Death, thou shalt die.”

   

  But.
  I believe.
  Weekly, we quote the Apostle’s Creed:
  I believe in the resurrection of the body, and life everlasting.

  

   

  

  Grief for Little Charlie. Grief for Little Charlie’s mom.

  

   

  

   

   

  So personal: My Mother. Our Son.

  

  A hollow emptiness.

  

  Spring time is perhaps the best time to visit a cemetery.

  

  

   Spring’s blossoms sing an ancient melody ~
  after death comes the resurrection.

  

   

  

  Our favorite epitaph.

   Your life in five words?

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