There are things of the past that seem to talk to us of wisdom
And if we can obtain at times the ability to hear what they say
All they can tell us of our now , of today and of our tomorrow
Is of all that God himself would have them tell us on the day
In England I visited an oldest ever cemetery not that far away
And while there I noticed a far away lonely cross on the other side
It was almost covered with the oldest and wildest looking vines
That seemed as if they were protecting it there with love and pride
This cross of so old it had been dated back in the very earliest time
And as I stood there beside it almost sadly I then wondered ever so
What it would have been like to live away back then in life
Of what I could read it was made almost six hundred years ago
We sometimes in life often complain about things in our life
Within our very lives about life as we live from day to day
But away back in the time when this soul was alive upon earth
Being there , I felt for what we have now how this soul would pray
Sometimes in life we are mostly in such a hurry to reach tomorrow
Instead of enjoying the life we have now within our every day
And this soul gave me the impression it would dearly have loved
To have lived its life knowing all we do now I sincerely dare to say
This long passed soul must have been an important soul I then felt
As back then the lesser souls would not have a cross to mark their spot
Of where they ended up after doing the very best they all then could
Their graves would have long disappeared there being now no more a plot
The vines they hugged this loneliest cross as if to protect it ever so
As it was there alone far away from the rest that be in another place
Graves back then I'd heard of those that took their lives were secluded
And looked down upon then by the living as being a total then disgrace
It stood within this far away overgrown distant corner all so very on its own
I took it's photo myself back then in Yorkshire U K several years now ago
And I honestly wished then that I could have read way more what it said
But the many vines upon it refused to allow me to read more or to know
This cross how I felt it seemed to tell me in several ways at the time
Simply to be so very thankful to God for his gift so precious and ever dear
For the very life I lived and all the blessings that God he has given to myself
And to treasure his gift of life as life at its worst is better than being here.