After a visit to a new grave, young 23 yo boy, a week after funeral - just decayed flowers |
We recently lost a young friend of our daughters' in a car accident and attended the funeral a couple of weeks ago. This weekend, we visited the grave-site and I was deeply affected by the decay around the grave and reflected on how the young lad might be living. Its nowhere near perfect, needs a lot of work - but hey! feel free to read and review Rebirth Fresh shoots, new grass, yet decay surrounds A precise pit, defined by gleaming marble. Flowers once stood so proud, announcing life below Now death proclaims its presence, above and beneath Crisp and new, among remembrance’s brittle twigs - A fresh card sheathed between the stones. Life passed by perhaps moments ago, perhaps a while Ground just turned now sprouts afresh, above and beneath. Times past, weeks gone by, and memory still sears Life taken, cruel, sudden, in a moment of celebration. Disintegrating leaves, discarded plants, and decaying bones Amid the mornings’ mist, nothing else remains– new birth has begun. Fresh shoots, new blooms – no stain remains, This place now dead, devoid, denuded, has no room for you You’re beyond this time, past all corruption and decline Renewal, renaissance; the promises are yours –time for all to begin anew. |