When I sold my grave back to the mortician He said "Mr. Lance you will need it someday" For him it was a grave breach of tradition To leave the family plot and move away He may be a slave to a grave but not me
If I want to join my loved ones I know where To find them where they always wanted to be In the water the fire the earth and the air
When I pass from earth through fire then I will see The glory they taught me and we will be there With our mortal eyes opened immortally Together forever together again Past graves and morticians beyond death and pain
I always felt it was a little 'nasty' to profit from selling grave plots, but many do, and then make you feel guilty when you have to sell to help make a 'living'. You're right, you'll love ones will find you no matter where your bones rest.
Beautiful. The body stops at the grave but the spirit sees in only as a doorway to a new world. What that world will be depends upon what we have learned and what we have done with this life. God Knows!
God Bless,
Lew
Reviewed by Vesna Perkovic (Reader)
Reviewed on July 26, 2006
I thoroughly agree with you Steven..as far as I'm concerned I can be thrown into the sea ..let the fish have a feast..lol
Indeed too much emphasis is placed on the ceremony of burial and not enough on the soul that crossed over..
Very well stated my friend and it is as Margueritte stated oh so true. These funerals, wakes, caskets, viewings and services are just means for someone or some companies to get rich off the suffering of others. I do not agree with them and never will. My wife and I made our funeral arrangements to save our kids that expense and worry but it made me mad, even though being creamated we still had to buy a casket and a pine box...does that make sense. Anyway I am venting but your poem is right on the mark. Well said my friend.
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God Bless,
Lew
Indeed too much emphasis is placed on the ceremony of burial and not enough on the soul that crossed over..
Good write..
Vesna:)
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