The last post that I did, I spoke of a new piece that I am working on.
Last year, at one of the (many) baseball games that I went to
with my sweetie (who is a college umpire), I came across an old cemetery in Forest City, NC.
It's not too big, off the beaten path
and has several graves of young children in it.
The first thing that I noticed were the angels.
There are oh, maybe five or six of them.
Small, yet striking in their sentinel poses,
as they stand guard over their tiny charges.
Quiet and unimposing they garner all the grace
needed to soothe the hearts of the grieving
and the souls of the lost.
They really touched my heart.
I just couldn't get them out of my mind...
they made me sad yet, at the same time, I felt a subdued joy for the lost little ones.
They were welcomed into the arms of their eternal guardians...
safe through time.
We all should believe in something...
Don't you think so?
And believing in angels in a good place to start...
Here is the original photo, with the contrast and brightness pumped up so the shadows would be darker.