I love old boneyards. I really do. Not in a morose kind of way, though. It’s healthy, in fact. Let me explain what I mean.
Death is the release of our person to eternity.
A marriage of 62 years seems long by any standard, but they would have gladly taken 62 more.
Charlotte’s Web E.B. White These autumn days will shorten and grow cold. The leaves will shake loose from the trees and fall. Christmas will come, then the snows of winter. You will live to enjoy the beauty of the frozen world.… Winter will pass, the days will lengthen, the ice will melt in the pasture […]
Jesus’ body is taken down from the cross Malcolm Guite His spirit and his life he breathes in all, Now on this cross his body breathes no more. Here at the centre everything is still, Spent, and emptied, opened to the core. A quiet taking down, a prising loose, A cross-beam lowered like a weighing […]
The first life, in the mother’s womb is spent, Where she her nursing power doth only use; Where, when she finds defect of nourishment, She expels her body, and this world she views. This we call Birth; but if the child could speak, He Death would call it; and of Nature plain, That she would […]
Christ pleads His death, and then we live.