As a child, I lived in fear of graveyards. Now, I see them as the gathering of families, sleeping together in eternity...


Place of Peace


Upon this place I gaze around,
And focus upon the dusty ground
On summers eve, or summers morn,
This hallowed place, some do mourn.

These glowing mounds of dirt and sand,
Rest like mountains on this land.
Into the darkness their spirits rose
As their adieu to life reached its close.

This land springs forth tears and pain
For those who visit within this plain.
Yet generations from now, a new song
Quietly revives those memories gone.

Indeed these graves lay in rows
Lit by sun and bright moon glows,,
Their somber vision cause children fear,
When darkness falls and they are near.

Yet one by one, we see each story
"Loved by all in God's sweet Glory,
Here lies a loved one in Christ, asleep,
Who's spirit has risen from the deep"

For those of us, left here behind
Each visit helps our sadness find
A moment of peace, a verse of prayer
Forever in our hearts loving care.






Poetry by Morpheus
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Written on 2006-01-30 at 20:44

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Veld Cooper
A beautiful, sensitive and reflective exploration, building on our almost universal fear of graveyards as children, which some of us overcome, and the gradual acceptance of the inevitable ebb and flow of Life as we mature. Great work, Morpheus!
2006-01-31



Funny but I had the same fear of cemeteries. We used to dare each other on moonless nights to walk through the graveyards and give each other a fright.
But the first real visit I had to the family cemetery when my grandfather died helped to transform my fear into a place of reverence and collecting. I am blessed by this poem J. thanks, R.
2006-01-31