Hej Heléne,
Så fina ord och tankar som jag faktiskt läser för första gången. Ditt fotot är också så passande till!

I detta sammanhang kom jag tänka på en dikt av Robert Frost.

Hälsningar
Wolfgang

IN A DISUSED GRAVE YARD

The living come with grassy tread
To read the gravestones on the hill;
The graveyard draws the living still,
But never anymore the dead.

The verses in it say and say:
"The ones who living come today
To read the stones and go away
Tomorrow dead will come to stay."

So sure of death the marbles rhyme,
Yet can't help marking all the time
How no one dead will seem to come.
What is it men are shrinking from?

It would be easy to be clever
And tell the stones: Men hate to die
And have stopped dying now forever.
I think they would believe the lie.

Bilden är lika fin som ord :-) Riktigt bra måste jag säga!