tomb

Delay is not a help-mate. The cemetary is full of people who thought they could DO IT tomorrow. Do It Now!

Prepare for a radio, for nothing is silent like the grave

Some people die and you realize that the only mark they left on earth are the tomb stones under which they lie. The impacts you make on earth should be something worthy to improve lives.

The mint from your breath, the milk from your breast, the best of your mind, now in its worst state of condition. From the womb to the tomb, as a mild flower, you break your petals upon blossom, and seize death openly. Leaving your fragrance to spin and dance, one last time before being blown away.

My life will end someday, but it will end at my convenience.

A tomb now suffices him for whom the world was not e

Does one love a statue?" she demanded. "Shall I caress a picture? Shall I rain tears or kisses over the mere semblance of a life that does not live, shall I fondle hands that never return my clasp? Love! Love is in my heart -yes! like a shut-up fire in a tomb,but you hold the key, and the flame dies for want of air.

THE NAKED HEARTFrom womb to tomb,There came and went -Only you.Poor or rich,You will die withOnly you.All the wealth you harvestIn the living,Will go to others when you are dead.But the true test of a lion of God -Is to keep giving with your own hands,Before you rest in your final bed.

The sorrow that lay cold in her mother's heart... converted it into a tomb.

My tomb shall be in a spot where the north wind may scatter roses over it.

My sin murdered Him. And out of this self-loathing shame borne of the understanding that I could perpetrate such a heinous act, I am barely able to raise my head sufficiently to ask what crazed insanity would prompt Jesus to walk out of an empty tomb for the single purpose of pursuing a decaying soul that murdered Him? And I would be wise to consider that the question itself is asked only because I have yet to touch the barest periphery of God__ love despite the fact that because of an empty tomb it stands right in front of me.

Sooner or later I will realize that the very things I most desperately need are the very things I am unable to give myself. Therefore, I will either be left despising the fact that I am doomed to live out a life that is perpetually empty, or I will realize that an empty tomb is the single thing that will eternally fill me.

Maybe I don__ have enough beginnings in my life because I fought against the endings that were about to birth those beginnings.

Easter is God throwing everything at death so that I can give everything to life.

I am pressed to admit that I don__ have the capacity to understand the bloodied horrors of a cross and the wild exhilaration of an empty tomb. But at the point that I think I completely understand God, I have at that very point humanized Him and in that very action I have lost Him. Therefore, I much prefer to simply marvel.

We need to know that our limits do not define our limitations. And an empty tomb does exactly that.

Do I dare believe such an absurdly outrageous story that a man would die, lay lifeless in some tomb for three days and then somehow live again? Yet, if I dare to consider it, is that not exactly what I so desperately desire for this lifeless life of mine? And is Easter God__ tenderly outrageous way of telling me that that is exactly what I can have?

Of course God does outrageous things. But in reality, what insanity would prompt me to follow a God who did anything less?