Today I took a walk in the old portion of a cemetery I often pass on my way to church. I had never been to it before, but I wanted to know some history for where I live. The old section dated back to the 1800s with names familiar to me because of local streets and schools. There were so many graves marked with just a stone having a cross on it. No names or dates on these.
My tender heart began breaking and I let go of my tears. I wondered at all these people who had walked before me. How many of them would I meet in eternity? How many of them only had these stone markers which were disintegrating?
The wind buffeted me as I made my way back to my car. An ache undefined filled me and no words would come to make sense of my feelings. Alone, I prayed to the heavens for things unknown.