Cemetery
stones,
standing
here, row after row,
close,
so close, to the ground,
like
people fallen down dead
in
prayer before their dead ....
Cemetery
stones,
kneeling
here, row after row,
reminding
us that we too
will have
to kneel down here
someday
with these our dead ....
Cemetery
stones,
planted
here row after row,
rooted
in the earth,
but
reaching for the sky, waiting,
waiting
for resurrection and new life ....
Amen!
Come Lord Jesus.
Come,
Lord of the harvest.
Come,
Lord of resurrection
and new life.
and new life.
·
Andrew Costello
(© Markings Prayer for November 1996)
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