a feeling of profound awe and respect, and often love.
an act showing respect; such as a bow or curtsey.
a high opinion of something.
an attitude of deep respect and esteem; veneration.
"By having a reverence for life, we enter into a spiritual relation with the world. By practicing reverence for life we become good, deep and alive."--Albert Schweitzer.
I suppose that today, September 11th, is a fitting day to post some pictures I took a couple weeks ago at the cemetary near my house that I often visit. Erik and I often go there, because we both find cemetaries to be places of peaceful reflection, solitude and reverence, not neccessarily places of sadness.
True, the circumstances which bring us and others to such places initally are sad and grievous; but later, they become places of peace, places of remembrance. The dead are our history and they are also reminders that life has value.
I wish the terrorists who planned and did such horrible deeds 9 yrs ago today would have understood that life has value; especially all those innocent people, who died needlessly and horribly. I wish these terrorists had followed Albert Schweitzer's advice above. That's all I have to say about it.
We don't know anyone that's buried in this cemetary; we just go there because we like to walk in the park-like beauty, pause to enjoy the silence, glean what history we can from reading the names, visit old graves that may not have had a visitor for a hundred years or more (burials began in Prairie Home Cemetary in the 1850s). We mostly come to revere. We especially like the older headstones, like this one. There were many popular motifs that were used on old stones. A weeping willow was commonly used; as was this image of hands clasped in a handshake or as a sign of welcome. An urn finial was often used on the top of a large stone, sometimes partially draped by a carved stone cloth, or completely draped; a sign of mourning no doubt.
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