Among thousands that came to farewell my cousin George at his funeral over a week ago was this young man. It was so interesting to watch him come up to the grave and stand there, mesmerised by what was before him. I wondered what was going through his young mind. Picture: JK.Leahy © Mt Hagen, Papua New Guinea. JK.Leahy©
The earth knows our time
We were born from the earth
For each of us, there is a clock ticking
The earth provides all we need
And when she is ready, she takes us
Sometimes, we know we are ready
Sometimes, we may not know.
But she will be ready to take us
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Tribalmystic is storytelling about people, places, and things that have extraordinary stories. Author: Joycelin Leahy
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Mortality – the mystery of it all, the fear of it, the thoughtfulness it inspires when we are faced with it, so much to say, but the poem is best.
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True! And, thank you for your kind words.
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I’m sorry for the loss of your cousin. To me, the “hole in the ground” the freshly dug grave site speaks volumes. A silent voice with a hundred untold stories. Hugs.
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Thank you very much Teagan. Hugs back.
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That’s the mystery of life. Many fear to die but if you understand the purpose of life, you will be happy when it’s time to say goodbye.
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So true Joel. Thank you for visiting.
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I hope that when it takes me, that peace fills me as well as those that still wait…
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That is a lovely thought Kah Wah. I would like the same. Thank you.
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