Wrought Iron and Stone

Burwood Cemetary. Row after row after row after row of grey.

I like this kind of grey. Have always liked cemetaries. They are peaceful, historic, artistic.

A quiet place to go and think.

A place to appreciate beautiful craftsmanship.

A place where the artists are weather and time.

There is no more pain, only peace.

Husbands and wives sleep peacefully, side by side.

Statues of angels guard their tomb.

Some headstones have been here so long that they can no longer stand up straight.

Wrought iron fences keep them away.

A warrior is long remembered.

His wife lies with him.

Nothing in this world lasts forever.

We are ALL mortal, regardless of whether we think we are or not.

There is a hope that someday soon those who gave their heart to Him will rise from these graves.

They will be given a new body that is perfect and free from sin...forever!

~ Ky x