On this Solstice Eve, darkness drips through the bare branches of ancient trees. The moon hangs low, a thin crescent, barely there.
The last thoughts of the departed are etched on stone tomes; loving epitaphs, names, dates.
Can you hear them? The souls who linger here whisper in the stillness, “Remember me.”
~kat
52 words exactly for the final installment of Sacha Black’s 52 Weeks in 52 Words Writespiration flash fiction challenge. The theme: Write about the night you spent in a cemetery.
(I took the photo above during a Haunted Savannah tour a few summers ago. The air was electric and thick with souls longing for life.)
like mercury colliding... 
December 20th, 2017 at 11:17 pm
Reblogged this on Pastor Michael Moore's Blog and commented:
They also cry out… take up the struggle for us! Otherwise, we will have died in vain… we must speak for the voiceless and the oppressed!
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December 20th, 2017 at 11:20 pm
Amen to that Brother. In this dark time we mustn’t lose hope. The dawn is coming! ❤️
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December 20th, 2017 at 11:22 pm
Much love to you, dear Sister ❤️❤️
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December 21st, 2017 at 4:40 am
Fitting for the solstice and a most atmospheric reflection.
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December 21st, 2017 at 6:41 am
Thank you. I happen to love hanging out in graveyards. There is a hum in the air in thin places like this. ❤️
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December 21st, 2017 at 1:52 pm
Brava.. 🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀
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December 21st, 2017 at 4:36 pm
Thanks Dorna.
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December 22nd, 2017 at 2:15 pm
Very moody, perfect for the photo too.
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December 22nd, 2017 at 7:57 pm
Yes it is! I loved the haunted Savannah tour. Even captured a few ghosts on camera! 😳
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