Monday, June 01, 2015

Our Monuments


We build our mighty fortunes
Or build a famous name,
But fortunes disappear
And fame goes up in flame.

We build our pillars higher,
Deep-planted in the ground
To last for generations
For everyone around.

But monuments can totter,
Fall flat and sink in mud.
The only thing that's lasting
Is life through Jesus' blood.

Do not lay up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy and where thieves break in and steal, but lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroys and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.     (Matthew 6:19-21 ESV)

The beautiful monument with the leaning top is at the well-kept Pennington Point Cemetery in Illinois. I don't know the story of this particular monument, so don't know whether the poem is appropriate or totally inappropriate for the person whose grave it marks. 

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