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At One Old Tombstone In Kentucky, 1
"She died as she lived, a Christian"
--epitaph on a Kentucky tombstone, exact location now unknown
My elder Sister, home-gone long before
my birth, you see the Christ we both adore.
The stone that marks your rest has testified:
you lived by Gospel faith; and, in it, died.
short, beautiful, and perfectly down to the point that you wanted to make. i'm not a very religious person, but if i was, i would agree with your comment. those that preceed us and have kept our faiths, are very precious. keep writing. thanks for your comment.
Cecilia
Always, M
I apologize for failing to
I apologize for failing to reply to this comment in a timely manner. Although over sixteen years late in saying this, I do deeply appreciate your visit to the poem and your comment. Thank you, and please forgive my lateness.
Starward
A very comforting poem. I like it. It has strength in its simplicity.
Good metre and syllable count.
Excuse me for mentioning this, but you may wish to check what seems to be a typo in 'tesified'.
FM Salphire
Over eighteen years late, I
Over eighteen years late, I apologize for my delay in replying, and I thank you for the comment, and for pointing out the typo, which apparently I did correct. I am as bad at replying in timely manners as I am in proofreading. Please forgive me.
Starward
After my divorce (24 year marriage) and the awful agony of being cut from half my life, one of my ex's nephews was murdered in Montgomery. They brought him home to bury him but at that time I felt it best not to go to the funeral. Several days later I tearfully visited the cemetery to pay my respects to a young man I had held on my lap as a baby. I was standing on the hillside, depressed, engulfed in sorrows of many kinds from the loss of a mate to the loss of half my "family", when I chanced to look up. Way up the hill was a tombstone with the epithath easily visible from the bottom of the hillside where I stood. Two words written in letters a foot tall caused joy to stike deep in my soul for the first time in ages. I contemplated the corpse lying six feet underground and the man he must have been in life. You see, death held no fear for him. He was a Christian. I know this because his tombstone shouted his victory. The two words? "WELL GLORY".
Your poem gave the same feeling to me.
Jessica
I re-read this comment just
I re-read this comment just this afternoon. In my situation, I am probably closer to death now than I was when you wrote the comment and when I wrote the poem. Although I have believed far less longer than I have not believed (I did not really become a Christian until I was thirty-five; I am now sixty-four), I have no real fear of death. Althouogh I am not eager to part temporarily from my loved ones, I am eager to enter the presence of the Loving and Loved One who died my death so that I could live in His Life eternally.
Starward
Seventeen years ago, I failed
Seventeen years ago, I failed to reply to this excellent testimony. I heartily and sincerely plead for your forgiveness for this affront, which was not intentional. Thank you for placing this wonderful commentl and, again, I am so, so sorry for failing to have replied to it.
Starward
Very beautiful :)