I have always been at peace walking through cemeteries;
reading the dates and expressions of love; thinking the names sound familiar
and wondering if I knew them or are somehow related
I feel kinship with those of the soil; common ancestry, common
destination, and a common peace we will once again share
Introspection is always necessary in life; we struggle
against it, push back the inevitable until we have nothing else left to feel
Our aliveness seeks our favor, languishes in keeping us
happy; yet there are times when it is necessary to reflect on our mortality
Life goes on without us, a hard lesson for sure; but we make
our mark and pass the torch on to the next generation, hoping that we inspired
them to develop their own seasons of happiness
Cemeteries are strangely peaceful; we thank the veterans for
their sacrifices and also smile at the expressions of love for a mom, dad,
grandparent, or aunt
There is no fear, only reality; this mortal truth takes its
toll on the spirit, but it can never win—the human spirit lives on
So take the stroll of certainty and do not fear; the dead
have no power over us, but they do give us the power to keep walking
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