So, this challenge is “So what’s your muse — what subject do you turn to frequently, more inspired each time?”
Well, those who read my blog often know that I often walk on a trail on the river’s edge here..and love taking photos there. I love taking photos of my family and friends and their family and friends…capturing little ‘ordinary’ moments. But a place that I don’t readily admit to going back to time and time again is …cemeteries. I absolutely love to walk through cemeteries. It’s not in a morbid, sad type of way. It’s just the opposite. Trips through the cemetery help me appreciate the land of the living and how quickly the days and times pass. It makes me think on the lives lived and how they shaped the people who come to pay their respects.
So here’s a few of my most recent shots. (Confession: My most recent trip to the cemetery? It was last night at sunset).
It was so quiet there last night. There was a gentle breeze blowing, and as you can see, the sunset was beautiful with pink and peach tones and streaks of blue and grey. As far as I could tell, I was the only one there…in the land of the living, that is. But then again, with what the Bible says about a ‘cloud of witnesses’, maybe I wasn’t alone. I sure don’t pretend to understand how God is going to work all that out with souls and bodies and heavenly bodies and being resurrected before He comes versus being ‘asleep’ until He comes with a trumpet. But what I do know is that God is ever present, souls are eternal, and He’s got us all in His hand. There are so many things we don’t know. I’m thankful for the One who is Omniscient and Omnipresent.
As I said, I didn’t see anyone else out walking last night, but if there was anyone else there last night, they probably were startled to the core when…of all things, ….my car alarm (which never goes off by the way), went off for a good 45 seconds to one minute. Oops. Big oops. I would’ve been mortified a few years back…to disrupt the solitude of this sacred ground. But now? Now, I appreciated the humor in it all, and had a feeling, that IF there were any other souls listening, they might just find humor in it as well! For it’s part of the stuff that life is made of…the ordinary, beautiful, surprising, funny, sad, tragic, happy stuff that life is made of.
Here’s to walking in the ‘land of the living’….until that trumpet calls us Home.
For the Lord himself will come down from heaven, with a loud command,
with the voice of the archangel and with the trumpet call of God,
and the dead in Christ will rise first.
I Thessalonians 4:16