Something different for a change and yes this might happen once in a while. Not sure why but I was compelled to write this. In this new year I wanted to honour those who went before us. Thinking of them and the lessons that may have been learned from them. And sitting here, surrounded by them, I started to understand. This is a letter from one of them.
Letter by Tombstone!
I am with many everyday, over seeing those who died. One does not always see its importance of the our place at the head, asking for silence and respect to each and everyone. Carved with precision I crumbled and stand tall. Proud as a rock I stand firm.
Seeing some come and go brushing my cold existence with their fingers. Not to waver or move a for such gentle soul. Smiling and warming is the sun that heats my face, forming the shadow that stretches across the field like a dark blanket.
We are many with different faces but with stature we protect those we serve. Guards of the eleventh hour never leaving our spot never sleeping we rest fulfilling our goal. Ran, snow not even hale could blow us over. Our wooden comrades may swing in strong winds, though never forsake.
What ever religion or what ever money was before, we do not discriminate. Veld by violence or in duty, in sickness or in health, whether one was good or bad we hold promise to watch over them. Even those who bare no name have a place among us.
I ache on times when the living kick against our believes. Or paint us over with blood. When cracks and scratches are filled with warm salty drops of water. Left behind with my comrades looking out over green hills we take solace in the power we hold.
The last in the world to be buried we pray for each and everyone to have a guardian and never having to die in vain. We hold a promise being the future at your birth. Come see us and find your answers learn from the lesson to show respect for each and everyone and take that with you on you journey.
I may be cold as stone nothing more than a piece of wood, I hold the truth and secrets, without any prejudice of those before you. We may all be different but we are as one, with nothing but memories to show and tell at the end in life or in death. Take with you the respect we show our brothers and sister and share it with those around you.
Should we not be more respectful to others like we are to those already dead. They may have all been different but human just like you and me. Violence can never be the answer to any question. Shedding colour and religion leaves us being nothing more than human. No more spilling of blood, sweat and tears.