Alone in the Cemetery
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"...Or ever the silver cord be loosed, or the golden bowl be broken, or the pitcher be broken at the fountain, or the wheel broken at the cistern. [7] Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was: and the spirit shall return unto God who gave it." ~Ecclesiastes 12:6-7 KJV Bible
he isn't there...
i remind myself again
must keep from digging and digging...
and climbing in with him
"absent from the body...
present with the Lord"
i repeat this Biblical mantra...
my mental shield and sword
it hurts me so to see his grave...
so lonely in our cemetery
a gentle meadow close to home...
the peaceful plot where he's buried
when it is our time, my husband and i...
we wish to be cremated
our remains mixed with soil and seed...
and thus to grow and life created
two stately trees, that reach up high...
our limbs~ his head stone shade
and pointing to our heavenly home...
and to our baby boy... not in his grave.
Copyright © Crystol Woods | Year Posted 2025
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