A butterfly stops for a moment on a toppling concrete tombstone
In a country graveyard
On a dappled Sunday afternoon.

The span of human life is so-
We live and wither and fade away

So too do the markers that call others to remember.

But our faith holds strong
In life or death,
We are a part of a family of believers…

We know that, saved by grace,
We will find more in the life beyond.
The best is yet to come.