An age has passed in your memory,
Is this what they call waiting?
An age has passed, and more will pass,
Is this what they call death?
I have grown weary of myself,
Do you still feel nothing?
Very well, then I shall destroy myself,
Will that make you happy?
Life goes on, and it will keep going,
Does that mean death will not come in this youth?
I know it is impossible to meet you,
But will you not come, at least, in my dreams?
May 15
May 15, 2026 at 7:49 PM UTC
I found peace only in the graveyard,
Where the sound of birds, the shining sun,
The moving trees, and the dusty air
Suddenly closed my eyes.
Silence around me whispered
The lessons of life.
I found God in the graveyard,
And fear touched my heart
When I saw the graves.
I felt the pain of those who had died;
I listened to their silent answers.
When I looked around, no one was there —
Only I and my God remained.
We should often visit the graveyard,
For its quietness reminds us
Of the presence of God.
Nov 11, 2025
Nov 11, 2025 at 6:33 PM UTC