Burial Grounds

"Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us" Hebrews 12:1

Against  a thick fog, the forest hides treasures of old. Only a few convicted souls ever decided to venture out atop this sacred sanctuary. What baggage gathered are all soon lost as the journey reaches its end. The most hallowed. Tombstones. They still shine as if families had just gone by. A presence lingers. Zombies? Ghosts? Such nonsense cannot even possibly be thought of in such a place. The most holy. Those that are buried may have been the heroes of their time. Some may have been the cancer of it all. Despite all the labels the men may have acquired, they all add up to this society, making history. Ancestors are here buried in this place. It is the incarnation of God's promise of blessing that has so far been kept since the beginning. Men of faith, having desperately clung unto a coming kingdom. It stands to speak for the grace of God that has still kept the civilization together. Sentimental? Nay, just realistic. On the journey back, the possessions left are no longer in sight. A path has been set forth. Only one way. Just a matter of walking or not.