Wednesday, 23 June 2010

View of an English Churchyard

When the dark wood fell before me
And all the paths were overgrown
When the priests of pride say
there is no other way
I tilled the sorrows of stone

When the dark night seems endless
Please remember me

From Dante's Prayer, Loreena McKennitt

This was taken as Dixie and I entered our village churchyard - just inside the gate. I always find myself stopping to absorb the stillness when I look upon these graves.

It has been very hot and the church graveyard is so very cooling with a slight breeze even on the stillest days... or so it seems. Whispers on the wind?

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