I recently took a trip with my dad to an old cemetery. Research had led me to believe that we had ancestors buried there. It was a wonderful adventure and we discovered much..I will share more about it with you another time.. But one thing that I haven’t been able to shake, is all the forgotten graves. Some are completely fallen over. Most of the engravings are worn away by the elements and years of neglect. It was sobering, prompted much reflection and birthed this poem.
FORGOTTEN
Looking at this pile of stones
I wondered how you once were known
A unique expression of our God
But now forgotten in the sod
Will my fate be quite the same?
Will anyone recall my name?
When dreams are past and life is done
All that’s left will be my song
I pray it sounds of Christ alone
For all that’s left, a pile of stones
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