My words for today are life and death.
I woke up early this morning, so I could go for a longer walk to begin my day.
Around the block, across the street and in to the cemetery.
It was a cool morning, the sun hidden behind thick grey clouds. But it was peaceful and as I walked towards the grass, away from the noise of the cars, my soul was still and quiet.
I slowly made my way around the cemetery. At the time I didn’t notice, but in hindsight I recognised that there was no church there.
And yet God was so present.
And the memories of people of old who were believers, struck me and comforted me.
Row upon row. Flowers. Epitaphs. Ways to remember. To honour.
Lest we forget.
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