Friday, July 01, 2011
A Quiet Morning
I went yesterday morning to one of the local cemeteries. No one appears to have been added for over 50 years. It was quiet and peaceful. The marble monuments worn, bowing with time.
I wonder the stories behind the stones. My Mama-heart aches at the too short time span between the dates; little ones lost. One stone for two children gone the same day. Another, three names carved on three sides, young siblings gone over a week's time.
It's all contained in one little area on a knoll in the valley overlooking beauty. I sit amazed, wondering about the beauty of heaven and the timelessness of a soul.