Sunday, November 6, 2011
Ages of people have cultured a fear of graveyards
For me there has always been a fascination, a wonderment
A desire to know more about those who lie resting among the stones
Where did they come from?
Were they loved?
How did they die?
Were they mourned?
As a child I visited the cemetery with parents who dutifully remembered their loved ones
As an adult I wander through, alone, seeking answers to the questions of loss
Why did an infant die?
How did one live to be so old in a time when souls were called home early?
Did she choose to die alone?
The inscriptions on the stones, some elaborate, some idyllic, a few even humorous
Draw my interest daring me to seek more
And so I wander the cemeteries, sitting, listening, imploring the souls to tell me
The stories of their demise
And as I listen, the stories come
And as I hear them peace descends
There is no fear in these
Posted by C Hummel Kornell at 8:18 AM