Tag: death
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Of Death and Celebration
I grew up in a village in southwest Germany. My childhood was filled with Catholic traditions and celebrations. A small church, and the graveyard that surrounded it, were the center of the town in every way. After mass we stopped and prayed at the graves of loved ones. There were the graves of our great grandparents,…
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Wrapped Up
There, on top of my dresser sits painting a friend painted years ago in return for a favor. It depicts an open empty tomb and a light beam shining on Christ’s burial cloths. Today, as I passed the picture, the sight of the burial cloth struck me and reminded me of the cloths that Mary…
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The Number of My Days
So very short my life does span, Along with every mortal man, Across tomorrow’s future vast – Across all history and past. Just like a blossom’s fragile frame, Just like a fire’s fickle flame, Like starlight’s beauty fades with dawn, So will my days on earth be gone. Though oh so short my life on…
Heidi Viars 