Who am I, where have I come from?

by CRAFTY KEN   Mar 3, 2019


Who am I?

One who hates to hear a baby cry, who loves eating burgers on the fly.
One who loves to hear the mockingbird sing, and, those first warm breezes of Spring, thoughts of love, lost and found, many a tear absorbed by the ground.

When I drive by the Cemetery, I am suddenly moved within, Eternity becomes a song my soul does sing. Now I know who I am, a created eternal spirit, and, soul, given a body to make me whole. No wonder that, at a Funeral the Pastor’s say; *Dearly Departed, as their souls have left behind the frail bodies tucked in the cleft.

With my body I can experience the material world, and enjoy all the God given things of it, everything we have today, he has given from the ground, all that we see today, even our “Dirt” bodies, by the way. Our souls have been infused with many hidden talents, some seem to be revealed naturally, others must be sought after, you see.

*As the body without the spirit is dead. James 2:26

Author Ken
March 3, 2019

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  • 1 year ago

    by Meena Krish

    The cemetery does bring us back to reality,
    it shows that nothing lasts forever. Do the
    best while you are around...nicely penned
    Ken!

    • 1 year ago

      by CRAFTY KEN

      Thanks Meena, Jesus once asked this question; Is not the "Life" better than the food? When you understand that he is talking about the soul living forever with God, then it makes sense. Material food sustains our corruptible bodies for a season, but that born of the Spirit never dies!

  • 1 year ago

    by Milly Hayward

    A great piece Ken. There is something about cemeteries that whilst peaceful remind us that life is short and we need to make the most of it. Would have nominated this myself but Dagmar beat me to it.. Hugs Milly x

  • 1 year ago

    by Brenda

    Thank you for sharing this Ken. Another insite to who you are-

  • 1 year ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Great to be given a little more insight into who your are, Ken. Of course, you had me at the burger line!

    All the best

    • 1 year ago

      by CRAFTY KEN

      Thanks my friend Ben, and, you know that it wasn't a nothing burger!

  • 1 year ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    My dear Ken this is deep. We often take life and everything for granted and nothing is guaranteed. When I was still in Germany (My home) I would go to the cemetery and just sit there and enjoy the peace. It was breathtaking to me at least . OMG thank you for sharing and add to my favorite. Hugs to you

    • 1 year ago

      by CRAFTY KEN

      Thanks Dag, as written; "Deep calls to Deep", and, the soul never sleeps, only the body sleeps (Death).
      My beloved younger brother died in 2006, the following was written on the Funeral card; Do not stand by my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die. I did cry, a lot, but I was comforted with the sure hope of seeing him again.

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