• from dust to Life, back to death •

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The Church, the living and the dead ~

As the church-bell rang, the dead sang from beneath God’s acre: “Thy glory liveth beyond the land”, and the quick praised: “Thy glory blesseth the land with abundance, amen.” As the dead sang beyond the grave, the living dance towards their graves.

Of all, there stood a tombstone, written the epitaph of a boy who died at the age of realisation, inter alia, inscribed bottommost was his last breathe:

“How Great, accepts is, our ... ”

A last breathe, that was subsequently accompanied by a single drop of tear that would water the bottommost line for the rest of eternity.

The numerous words that took precedence before the bottommost are the words of the pretence. Gallons of tears slipped through the words but all well ended upon the grave.

But only his, has stayed, remained with the line of the bottommost. The small great tear that recognises the small great soul with the blessing of the great Great all.

With “Ode of Joy” ringing in his head, he smiles, and walks towards the people from the graveyard and through the Church, to complete the line viz. to “.. Love”

— PurplePen