In the Cemetery at the Winter Solstice

Yesterday heralded in the Winter Solstice – the first day of winter, the shortest day, and the longest night of the year.  It is a day celebrated all over the world in many different ways.

 

In ancient times, Winter Solstice festivals were the last celebrations held before the deep, hard winter began. There was plenty of food and wine, for now, – and hopes that all would survive the coming famine months until spring arrived again.

It seems only fitting that we spend a few moments at this time of year in quiet reflection in the cemetery.  As the snow falls silently around us, our thoughts turn to life and death, to the past and the future, to what we’ve lost and what we’ve gained.  These poems seem to sum up those sentiments especially well.

In Beechwood Cemetery

Here the dead sleep – the quiet dead.  No sound

Disturbs them ever, and no storm dismays.

Winter mid snow caresses the tired ground,

And the wind roars about the woodland ways.

Springtime and summer and red autumn pass,

With leaf and bloom and pipe of wind and bird,

And the old earth puts forth her tender grass,

By them unfelt, unheeded and unheard.

Our centuries to them are but as strokes

In the dim gaunt of some far-off chime.

Unaltering rest their perfect being cloaks 

A thing too vast to hear or feel or see Children of Silence and Eternity,

They know no season but the end of time.

                                    ~ Archibald Lampman

An Old Cemetery

The mists swirl, the moon shines bright.

No one dares stray here.

They would never desire to,

Unless the earth covers what they hold dear.

Bodies sleep subconsciously

In the presence of their God,

Singing silent songs that decompose,

Under the wild earth their restless souls trod.

The headstones stand pale and somber,

Reflecting the white aurora’s glow.

Memories play like broken records,

Trapped inside, echoing lethargic tones.

The world’s slow spin cradles them to sleep.

Heavy eyelids come to rise no more.

A thousand sunsets dwindle and pass

Lives that mortality ripped and tore.

                                    ~ Jana Rininger

This poem was written by a teenage author, only identified as swoopingpigeons from New York at http://www.teenink.com/poetry

Snow on Cemetery Stones

I watch as nature masks herself In flakes of snow that leap, from heights

They fall in endless tandem

Hiding her unveiled cruelty.

In winter’s months when all is bare,

No flowers to distract looking eyes,

We see the gravestones wearing away

And the remainder of unfinished good-byes,

We see nature’s curse and her destruction

In the words once legible.

‘Will’ who preferred ‘William’

Is now ‘Wil’ with one ‘L’ left alive.

And what of the rest of us

Who walk the world still,

Will she shroud our names in supposed beauty,

And leave all that we are

To become all that we once were.

                                    ~ swoopingpigeons

And one of my winter favorites!  Although not written about a cemetery, the woods also offer that forlorn feeling of the unexpected and the unfinished.

Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village though;

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound's the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.

                           ~ Robert Frost

And now the season is at a close - Happy Holidays to you and yours!!

~ Joy

Having the Last Say – Epitaphs

Godspeed or Good Luck

Name, Date, God is Love

An epitaph is a short text, inscribed on a tombstone that honors a deceased person, provides information about them, or acts as a message to the living.  How someone is remembered can tell us a lot about who they were, their status in their family and community, and about the period of time in which they lived.

Name, Relationships, Occupation

Aunt

An epitaph may be a simple as someone’s name and his or her birth and death years, or the statement of a family relationship such as father or aunt.  But epitaphs can also be very detailed, or rhyming, a poem, or simply a remembrance.  Epitaphs are as distinctive and varied as the people they are a tribute to.

Greek urn

Spanish Epitaph

Epitaphs have been used for centuries beginning with symbols or signs carved into a rock and placed on the deceased’s grave. The Egyptians, Romans and Greeks all used symbols or shapes to signify who was buried in a plot.  The Greeks were said to have eight different grave forms; rectangular slabs, round columns, vases, stone blocks, receptacles for cremated remains, stone coffins, shrines, and carved stones.

Diodorus' stone

A Roman epitaph of ancient gladiator Disorders, transcribed recently from the 2^nd or 3^rd century A.D. reads, “Here I lie victorious, Diodorus the wretched. After breaking my opponent Demetrius, I did not kill him immediately. But murderous Fate and the cunning treachery of the summa rudis killed me...”

Painting by Jean-Leon Gerome Pollice Verso

Epitaph on Diodours' tombstone

The summa rudis, or chief stick, refers to the referee of the game.  Apparently the ref made a bad call, which cost Diodorus his life, and his family did not want this mistake to be forgotten, so it was depicted and inscribed on his tombstone.

Epitaph on White Bronze marker
from the 1800's

The use of epitaphs became widespread near the end of the 1700’s in Europe and 1800's in America. During the nineteenth century they became longer and more detailed, but by the turn of this century, epitaphs began to become more concise again.

Hand-written epitaph

Hand-painted epitaph

During the 1870’s and again in the early 1900’s when times were tough and money was scarce, many tombstones were made from concrete slabs.  Carved by the family, inscribed with a stick in wet cement or painted with a brush, the epitaph was still heartfelt.

An epitaph can be descriptive, religious, thought provoking, or humorous.  It all depends on the personality buried there.  Many times the deceased selected their own epitaph.  If not, then a loved one or family member might do so.  An epitaph may be an expression of grief or love.  It might indicate immigration or illness.  It can be a testament to a life well lived or a love to last forever.  It is a summation of someone’s personal story.

Epitaphs can be placed in many groups, here are just a few I've found:

Tried & True Epitaphs

At Rest

Dear Wife

Gone But Not Forgotten

Grief & Sorrow

Wife, Mother, Friend
All lost in thee.

Dear Morgan thou hast left me
In this world to weep for thee
But with God's will and his good pleasure
I soon will be at rest with thee.

Religious

Blessed are the pure in heart
For they shall see God

Asleep in Jesus

Strength through faith

Unto him that loved us and washed
us from our sins in his own blood - -
to him be the glory and dominion for ever
and ever. Amen. Rev. 1: 5-6

Loving

But, oh for the touch of a
vanished hand and the
sound of a voice that is still

Husband, may we pass together
through the gate ajar.

Thou art gone but remembered

Wait for me, the best is yet to be

Inspirational

An inspiration to all
who knew him

He caught joy on the wing
and enriched our lives

Remember me with laughter

Two epitaphs on this couples stone.
His:  Bonds exist that will never be broke.
He that was dead, lives.
Hers:  One life has finished
and time has come for another to begin

Tributes

He was faithful to every duty

She died as she lived,
a noble woman.

Purity and innocence
require no epitaph
or letter of credit
in the land of spirits

Her beautiful face was heaven's mirror.
Her heart a sanctuary of prayer and love;
With duty fulfilled and faith unfaltering,
The noble spirit entered the court above. 

Our Crown Jewel 

Philosophical

As I sleep this lonely night,
I think of the bird lost in flight...

For Whom the Bell Tolls

Sheltered and safe
from sorrow

No man is an island entire of itself,
Every man is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main

Poems

The kiss of the sun for pardon,
The song of the birds for mirth,
One is nearer God's heart in a garden
Than anywhere else on earth.

Dear Husband Can I e're forget,
Or shall the grave eternally sever?
No, in my memory you still live yet.
And in my heart you will live forever.

Why weep ye then for him, who, having won
The bound of man's appointed years, at last,
Life's blessings all enjoyed, Life's labors done
Serenely to  his final resting place has passed.

Life is real!  Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.

These are just some examples of the many different types of epitaphs.  So what would you choose for yours?

~ Joy