Rainbows in the Graveyard: Do cemeteries put you in a reflective mood? Do you then quickly realize that graveyards are not dwelling places for the living? Would you look at a headstone like this and flee, knowing that you could make a difference in the land of flesh and blood? Maya Angelou may be speaking to you: "Try to be a rainbow in someone's cloud." Linn Grove Cemetery. [2013]
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Fly, fly precious one
Your endless journey has begun
Take your gentle happiness
Far too beautiful for this
Cross over to the other shore
There is peace forevermore
But hold this memory bittersweet
Until we meet
Fly, fly do not fear
Don’t waste a breath, don’t shed a tear
Your heart is pure, your soul is free
Be on your way, don’t wait for me
Above the universe you’ll climb
On beyond the hands of time
The moon will rise, the sun will set
But, I won’t forget |
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