In the rising of the sun and in its going down, we remember them.
In the blowing of the wind and in the chill of winter;
In the opening of buds and in the rebirth of spring;
In the blueness of the sky and in the warmth of summer;
In the rustling of leaves and in the beauty of autumn
In the beginning of the year and when it ends;
When we are weary and in the need of strength;
When we are lost and sick at heart;
When we have joys we yearn to share, we remember them.
So long as we live, they too shall live,
for they are now a part of us, as we remember them.
When my parents died within a very short time of one another I wondered about life after death and then realised that as they were both Christians and if I truly believe that Christ rose from the dead and was seen by many of his followers then there is hope for us all of a life after this. Christ said "Fear not, I go to prepare a place for you so that where I am there might you be also". Many now believe that this is the only life we have but I believe our journey here will lead to something more. One of the verses of a well known old hymn said:
When I soar to World's unknown
See Thee on Thy Judgement throne;
Rock of Ages, cleft for me
Let me hide myself in Thee.
Our walk continued from the cemetery across fields to a lovely lane called Depmore Lane where we again crossed a field into Dark Lane and back along the stream path known as the Nab, crossed the stream at the bottom of the garden and home. A beautiful evening, we only met one other human.
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