Words From the Grave
Words From The Grave
I recently attended the funeral of a well-known and well-loved businessman in our community. His passing came unexpectedly for a man of his age and lifestyle. The people of our small community know each of the members of his family by name and the news of his passing circulated through town in a matter of hours. The effect of his passing was evident by the standing room only, in the over-flow room of the church, where his funeral was held. The line of cars that followed the hearse to the cemetery was well over a mile long, and traffic came to a complete stop as cars, trucks, and busses pulled to the side in a show of respect.
A large crowd gathered around the graveside, despite the stifling summer heat, as prayers were said, a song was sung and the family was showered with love. Watching this emotionally charged scene, I couldn’t help but wonder what words of comfort this departed man would have left for his grief stricken family, had he known his time in this life was over.
This made me ponder, what message would I like to leave my family on that day when my work is done, and life has come to its end? I sat on a bench at the cemetery, jotting down a few things as the cars full of friends and loved ones left. When I read all that I had written, I knew what I wanted to say to those I leave behind. I am a person of faith, and as such, death for me is nothing to fear, it is simply a transition to another, better place. My desire is that my passing will not be a cause for sadness, but a celebration of my life and all I’ve accomplished. With that in mind, I wrote the following poem that I hope is read at my graveside service.
Ashes to Ashes
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
I sure hope the vault won’t rust
But if it does, and the worms crawl in,
Please don’t dig me up again
I’m at rest please let me be,
I’ll be sitting at my Savior’s knee
Don’t be sad that I’ve left this place
I promise, I will save you a space
I’ll meet you at the Pearly Gates
So do what’s right, cause we’ve got a date
Please dry your tears and lift your chin
For one day, we’ll be together again
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