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March: On Death
March 6
Today's reflection was inspired by a quote from Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's Hyperion: A Romance.
There’s something about graveyards or old graves, places where those who have lived out their lives, however long or short, come to rest—for good.
They are peaceful, as though nature and those who have gone before us are welcoming us to join and rest with them for a while.
And whenever I visit them, I can't help but hope—if I feel welcome here among these dead strangers—perhaps, those I love who have gone before me are waiting to welcome me with a countenance of affection.
And so now, every chance I get, I take the opportunity to walk among the foot-prints of angels.
By Eastin DeVernaMarch: On Death
March 6
Today's reflection was inspired by a quote from Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's Hyperion: A Romance.
There’s something about graveyards or old graves, places where those who have lived out their lives, however long or short, come to rest—for good.
They are peaceful, as though nature and those who have gone before us are welcoming us to join and rest with them for a while.
And whenever I visit them, I can't help but hope—if I feel welcome here among these dead strangers—perhaps, those I love who have gone before me are waiting to welcome me with a countenance of affection.
And so now, every chance I get, I take the opportunity to walk among the foot-prints of angels.