On The Last Day of Mine

I walk in a peaceful cemetery, as I gaze at each life remembered, the shade of the gentle oak trees prodes me further. I noticed how each stone diary, once standing tall, is soon eroded by earth and moss. With each row I pass, the screams echo louder, “Carpe Diem, Seize the Day, Carpe Diem!” Until at last the voices fade as I stumble upon a small stone. I examine it further if to find it was my own, my grave. I kneel down as if to think, or pray, –wondering if what I did was enough. Did I change the world, did I love God with all my heart, did I seize my day? These questions parade my mind like the ghosts dancing in our fears. Perhaps this was the genius, I think to myself, of Ebenezer Scrooge, seeing his own tombstone. I couldn’t help but fear! These thoughts continued when at last a familiar yet alien voice broke through the madness. Thats when I realized I wasn’t alone, I was never alone. My heart rushed with warmth, like the feeling you get when you meet somebody after along time has passed, and you still know them but now you see them in a different light, a brighter light. I was at peace in the presence of a well-known stranger. Thats when He spoke, “That will do son, that will do.”

One thought on “On The Last Day of Mine

  1. parker says:

    I saw this on Stephen Christian's blog and I thought it was amazing 🙂

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