Sunday, May 4, 2008

A Message From Surry

This Sunday marks the end of an unusually busy week for me, and the beginning of another that promises to be even more of a whirlwind than the one past. As I sit at my keyboard, trying to process the events of the week and the thoughts I have been wanting to share, I remembered something I found in Surry, Virginia.

The old cemetery struck me at first as one of the saddest places I'd ever seen. Graffiti on the church plaque, crumbling walls and headstones, unkempt grounds. Not much had changed since it burned in 1868.

And then I saw it. A handmade headstone, a plain slab of concrete, with a message etched by hand.


In all my wanderings,
around this world of care
In all my griefs,
and god has given my share
I still had hopes

It may not mean the same thing to you as it did to me then, and still does now. Some may find it sad or melancholy, or unremarkable. I find it inspiring, uplifting, and beautiful in it's simplicity.

It is a timeless message that survived over 300 years to say it all better than I ever could.

10 comments:

Marianne said...

Wow - great gravestone. You should take a rubbing of it if its not way too big. Thanks for sharing.

Jennifer Robin said...

That's why I had to take a picture. This marker was about 4 feet wide and 3 feet tall, a little on the large side!

Cindy said...

What a beautiful message- you're right: it's inspiring and uplifting for sure.

Teena said...

I find old graveyards fascinating.

Anne said...

That person must have been loved. Imagine how long it would take to carve all those lovely words?

That is a great find. Thank you.

Kim said...

Very moving Jennifer Robin :)
a rubbing of this would be a great idea!!
I love the black and white photos too....very old worlde...

Kim said...

oh I missed reading your comment ;)...it IS large lol ...

Waterrose said...

I love visiting cemeteries. Especially the ones along the east coast. Thanks for sharing and stopping by my blog.

lisa marie said...

What a piece of history. Sad, but I love the history of places like that. As for the phrase, I find it sad, like hope was now lost.

MyMaracas said...

What a treasure you found. Imagine, that voice from so long ago reaching out across time and touching us here. Lovely.

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