Reflections while sitting in the Cemetery at St Beuno’s
by Jennifer McGuigan
Clouds drift slowly across the sky,
Shadows dancing on the ground,
Wind blows gently through the trees,
Fallen leaves abound.
Summer colours are fading,
As autumn turns to gold.
The earth prepares for winter,
To be enfolded in a blanket of cold.
The crucified Christ stands sentinel
O’er the gravestones, row on row,
That mark the final resting place
Of those Christ’s love did know.
For they are surely residing
In His heavenly home above.
With Him now live in glory,
Surrounded by His love.