This world is not my home, I'm just passing through.
My treasures are laid up somewhere beyond the blue.
The angels beckon me from Heaven's open door
And I can't feel at home in this world anymore.
We pass by the local cemetary a lot, because it is just a couple blocks away. And yesterday, I saw something that got my attention. Several of the graves had little Christmas trees on them, along with flags, poinsettas, and other Christmas things. I was rather stunned at first. These images of sorrow, hope, and joy seemed to symbolize the entire spectrum of humanity's struggle, all in this small graveyard. The people who visited here were forever linked by learning to deal with their own haunting memories. They decorated the resting places of their loved ones as if for a party, but of course no one could come.
"No eye has seen, no ear has heard, no mind conceived
what God has prepared for those who love him." 1 Cor. 2:9
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CAT, if you are seeing this, my e-mail is:
pghart@ntelos.net
i grabbed your email, hope that is ok. i have never seen headstone decorated like this and they are so pretty. In Kentucky about 40 years ago, there was a cyrpt that belonged to a family and every year they deocrated and put lights and a tree and presents inside. we would ride there along with many others to see what they put inside. they did all holidays the same way. i did not have a camera then
I wish my parents were buried closer to my home rather than in Arizona.
Hugs and blessings,
I am a little surprise to see all the Christmas trees and other decorations. I've never see anything quite like that before, usually just flowers.
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