In a Cemetery

Something there is that likes a cemetery,
a place to go, spend some time…tarry
among those who are gone to wander —
loved ones, strangers, acquaintances to ponder,
to be so bold as to sit on a head stone
and know that what’s beneath isn’t really home
to the soul so loved without bone and flesh
who resides in our heart and God’s we confess.
Something there is that likes a cemetery,
so come with me among the saints to tarry.

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