The Dead Speak (getting the last word)
February 22, 2012
Wandering in an artists' cemetery, looking for something... not sure what.
A photo here and there; a bit of old stone and faded flowers; memories...
Last Words are etched on tomb and across the face of cold stone, poking me with their final last words of wisdom, humor, belief-- and hope.
Thought I would share some that I read. Maybe you will pluck a few and keep them as your own, or maybe you will smile-- giving them yet another final word:
"And when it is my time to leave, I will not be met by some stern faced god asking me for my credit rating or if I have been good or bad. No. I believe She will ask me the following questions: Did you love? Did you care? Were you joyful, and how did you spend the splendor of this life?" C.B. 1922-2000
"Thank God The Thorns Had Roses"
"An Angel Passes"
'Hello I Must Be Going'
"Am Not I
A Fly Like Thee?
Or Art Not Thou
A Man Like Me?" (quote from Robert Blake on the stone)
'Loved Because She Loved"
"I Heard The Symphony Of Being" (quote from Tagore)
"Islands of meaning in a sea of absurdity"
"Take My Advice- Live Now"