Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Poem: Beyond the Grave
Beyond the Grave
You walk past the graveyard at dusk,
the shadows faint in the falling light,
the rugged fence open, no oppostition
to your climbing over
and into this place of the dead.
Why linger here, where those who have passed
are dark soil,
their remains not what they once were,
but nourishment now to life ongoing,
like your own past,
dead and rotting,
gone except for the lessons learned,
and hopes grown tall and verdant
on what lies behind,
true grace, God given,
vibrant and dancing
beyond the grave.
The picture was taken in Sandgate, Vermont. You can click on it for a larger version.