A Walk Through a Cemetery

Last year I paid a visit to the Brussels Cemetery for a poetry event organised by @spoken_word_bxl

There was one particular grave that caught my eye. It had been covered in emerald, green moss and the inscription on the gravestone was illegible. Despite the melancholic atmosphere it was still a beautiful sight, and I could not resist taking a photo of the grave.

It reminded me that we all are given a short thread of time, some shorter than others, and once we come to the end of that string, all we leave behind are memories, and perhaps a legacy. With time, for most of us, even that fades. I suppose I was in a solemn mood when i started writing the poem you can find in the images, but the rich green still managed to lift my spirits (no pun intended). In the end I was thankful for the time that I do have. The time I can share with those who are important to me.

I don’t profess to know what happens when we eventually perish, I am no prophet. All I know is that once I am here, I might as well do something worthwhile, and hopefully leave this place in a better state than I found it. If there is another life, another time, another place, then I will face that when I get there. I just hope that when I go, the moss will be equally kind with me, and dress my resting place in resplendent green.