Meditation in a Graveyard
This tree shades the graves,
tilted and quite reminders
of the end of our days.
Out of death’s circle,
branches stretch to give souls
new life. And it certainly is
for me, new life,
to see generosity
given to those in decay.
A selfless act bestows honor
to their stay in the world.
A whole life was lived, just to
give me this stone to sit on.
If God is kind to each marker here,
diverse and evil, then who am I as one
of them, to judge what God had given?
