THE gardeners were there and also a backhoe, digging a hole for the coffin.
I wondered if my flowers were for the dead person whose hole was being prepared or for another?
then I thought '' what a terrible thing death is''
and again I thought
'' I wonder who devised such a terrible plan'' when another solution could have been made.
sometimes we see things that really are an abomination yet they appear normal to us.
the flowers
the backhoe
the garden cemetery
death
an abominable system humans all dwell under as slaves to death
I once visited a pastor and as he opened the front door in welcome, he said '' oh Lucy, you have just caught me looking at my diary of all the people I have buried''
the flowers
the back hoe
the garden cemetery
the Pastor
go together.
AS an abomination people all think as ''normal''
I wondered if my flowers were for the dead person whose hole was being prepared or for another?
then I thought '' what a terrible thing death is''
and again I thought
'' I wonder who devised such a terrible plan'' when another solution could have been made.
sometimes we see things that really are an abomination yet they appear normal to us.
the flowers
the backhoe
the garden cemetery
death
an abominable system humans all dwell under as slaves to death
I once visited a pastor and as he opened the front door in welcome, he said '' oh Lucy, you have just caught me looking at my diary of all the people I have buried''
the flowers
the back hoe
the garden cemetery
the Pastor
go together.
AS an abomination people all think as ''normal''
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