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In a Country Churchyard

Names upon some gravestones
Reflecting tender years,
Make me wonder sadly
At those who mourned with tears.
Tears of grief and sadness,
Of sorrow and of pain,
That meant no joy and laughter
Would ever come again.

Lichen-covered monuments
Reach upwards to the sky,
Like fingers pointing heavenward,
To tell where loved ones lie.
Etched upon the tablets,
Now worn away with time,
Telling tales of lost loves
In wistful, longing rhyme.

People, long-forgotten,
Now naught but dust and bone,
Resting in eternal peace,
Lying there alone.
Yet all that really mattered,
That made them in this life,
Returned now to their Maker,
Freed from pain and strife.
© Colin Gordon-Farleigh 2007