A tree falls in singular communion with all death. Only poetry hears the wept silence,
the felling of the great god of Mercy. Then,
absence fills the space with what is to be remembered by ages,
- sound – scent – belonging -
even the air a gravity, holding names in repose.
The town of Concord, N.C has much to its credit: tree-lined streets, stately old homes, and a community of folks who see the value of natural beauty. They have renovated a falling down graveyard, into a peace-filled memorial garden. In the midst of the downtown area, you can sit under the canopy of a 200 year old willow oak and listen to sounds of birds and trickling water. Some of the stones have the names of familiar streets and long ago dates. It isn’t a sad place at all, but one which reminds you that where you are is because of the work gone before you. Resonance is the vibrations of love.