About two weeks ago, I had the chance to visit my aunt's and grandma's graves, something I've never done before. Having never met either of them, I was glad to be able to do this. Not only that, but my mom said somethings that made me think....we should all visit the graveyard every once in a while, to learn the lessons about life from those who are now dead.
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Visiting a Graveyard
Dear Living Sir or Madaam,
It's been a while since you looked down beneath your feet to where lifeless buried bodies and bones lie. Seems like your hundred dollar bills and blood pressure pills keep your eyes glued to the Mirror. It's time you looked down and learned a lesson from the dead.
Look over there.
Proud and Poor. See that lady over there.
Lived in rags all her life, yet took pride in every breath bringing life to her green-blue eyes and perfectly curved waist.
Poverty and Pride
Neither ever kept a man alive.
Family and Love?
There lie 6 graves side by side...
This might take a moment. And a moment it took until they saw who was here.
Money and Pride
Family and Love
Non of it come after death on the other side
Go to the dead and hear what they say.
Joy and Hope
The Cross and the Spear
Salvation
And Christ standing near
All remain...no matter where the body is, among the living or the dead.
Visit the dead, and learn before it's too late...
For who knows whats to come.
Your turn might come next.
Or maybe not yet.
Go learn from the dead.
And live sowing what knows neither life nor death.
Live for eternity.
Sincerely,
The Graveyard Keeper
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Visiting a Graveyard
Dear Living Sir or Madaam,
It's been a while since you looked down beneath your feet to where lifeless buried bodies and bones lie. Seems like your hundred dollar bills and blood pressure pills keep your eyes glued to the Mirror. It's time you looked down and learned a lesson from the dead.
Look over there.
Proud and Poor. See that lady over there.
Lived in rags all her life, yet took pride in every breath bringing life to her green-blue eyes and perfectly curved waist.
Living for what dies stole joy out of this life. Buried in rags, but rich in pride brought me deep into my grave and only made my earthly heart satisfied. Now what shall an eternally poor soul do?
What eternal blessing can I steal?
Someone help this poor soul....
I'll trade my pride...for some eternal prize....
Some unending Goal.
Poverty and Pride
Neither ever kept a man alive.
Family and Love?
There lie 6 graves side by side...
It's all about you, isn't it!?
This might take a moment. And a moment it took until they saw who was here.
" Who are you and what do you want? Go live, and walk away from the dead...but don't love...4 kids, one spouse...yet all our love failed in storing any eternal joy. Died all in 5 minutes time...one car crash in one moment...yet here we are wondering what our love for each other ever did. What should we do now?
Go live....don't love...don't hate...
Go search for something that won't die...when your next breath is forever late.
Money and Pride
Family and Love
Non of it come after death on the other side
Go to the dead and hear what they say.
Neither Joy, Nor tears
Money nor beers
Family nor friends
what he or she spends
could ever make the living one satisfied.
Joy and Hope
The Cross and the Spear
Salvation
And Christ standing near
All remain...no matter where the body is, among the living or the dead.
Visit the dead, and learn before it's too late...
For who knows whats to come.
Your turn might come next.
Or maybe not yet.
Go learn from the dead.
And live sowing what knows neither life nor death.
Live for eternity.
Sincerely,
The Graveyard Keeper
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