Walking Through a GraveYard...a poem from March 2009

This poem I wrote in March of 2009, it is a reminder that we all leave a testimony behind, and also that we all have an "appointment" that we will not miss. That appointment is our individual appointment with death.

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Walking Through a GraveYard

Reading the Stones



All alone,
I am walking through the stones,

Wondering just who you were.
The wind does not stir.



Silently I walk.
Listening to the stones talk...



One by one, side by side.
Silent you lay having crossed the great divide...



Shiny new stones.
Stand all alone.



Crumbling old stones faded and worn.
Tell the world you were born.



Life it has been tattered and torn.
Many a story in this field is worn.



Shadows fall,
I wonder who will next, answer that "Final Call".



Through the silence the wind begins to whisper...
Turning away I hear that silent call begin to purr...