Sorrow Not Hope

It's a forgotten graveyard by an untraveled, murky road... where wild grass and clinging vines rapidly grow; If sun rays didn't break through, it wouldn't glow. Many children talking loud on their way to school glance at it, and rushing by do whisper among themselves, " Be quite, they will wake up and scare you." Another kid says , "Fool, they can't harm anyone, they will sleep 'till Judgement Day, instead say some prayer." I was one of those kids who often heard the priest speak to believers strenghtening their faith with words deeply sad, " Death is a period of long sleep into the earth so deep awaiting trumpets to awaken those fallen asleep... when all graves will open up and give up each dead." Even mom mentioned such a glorious event coming unexpectedly, '" Son, don't be afraid, but rejoice: Christ will hold the scepter of victory!" On Rememberance Day, I pulled the ugly vines off the crumbling tombstones and placed flowers underneath them and praying silence broke; I could read all the names...too happy to have dared... sufdenly a lark swooped down and stared and wondered, " Why does death bring sorrow not hope? " Written on 10/5/2016