Whatever their lives and whatever our own maybe,
we all live by the grace and will of God, I do believe.
other orbit not of our own making just like the
of dead human flesh and that rots away pretty
fast, too. We are left bare like the trees of
winter and frozen stiff beneath the clay of the
closed coffin or scattered forevermore from
the urn of our ashes and blown away at the
first gust of almighty breeze. We will be seen
again ... Our human existence has been but
a speck of specks and nothing more. And at
our death, thousands more are born to a world
living and waiting in death come the
next New Morn.
And, Memorial Day Weekend, USA.
Washington, D.C, Where I Regularly Attended, 2oo5.