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Cemetery Talks

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I was invited to enter a foreign cemetery
So that I could see all the dead graves.
I declined, because I am of life
And discussions about the dead
Do not suit my nature.
For I am not a draugr.

I have never understood
How life can be divided,
Be it in age or relevance,
Though we are interwoven fabrics,
Rooted like trees,
Reaching for the sky, maybe heaven,
As long as the sun of life warms us.

That’s why dead stones are not my matter,
Even if well-formed in writing and shape:
They lack life and meaning.

My God is not the god of the dead,
But of the living,
For to him are all alive.

Txt (c) 2024, Martin Dee / Nitramica Arts

Description

Cemetery Talks

- - - - - - -

I was invited to enter a foreign cemetery
So that I could see all the dead graves.
I declined, because I am of life
And discussions about the dead
Do not suit my nature.
For I am not a draugr.

I have never understood
How life can be divided,
Be it in age or relevance,
Though we are interwoven fabrics,
Rooted like trees,
Reaching for the sky, maybe heaven,
As long as the sun of life warms us.

That’s why dead stones are not my matter,
Even if well-formed in writing and shape:
They lack life and meaning.

My God is not the god of the dead,
But of the living,
For to him are all alive.

Txt (c) 2024, Martin Dee / Nitramica Arts