A graveyard can have a profound effect on refocusing one's life. It's not filled with the evil spirits of the undead or crawling with bats and undesirables who claim the land as the last refuge for a society's rebellious. You can go and speak with relatives and listen to Life in the chirping of the birds. The flowers on gravestones speak volumes of one's life and how one's respective allottment of oxygen was diffused effectively into the hearts of others. In this place one can find refuge. It's God's tangible temple, His promise as bright as a rainbow after the falling rain in the middle of spring. In this place, all sleep; all rest and relieve the weariness in their bones. An angel has been placed at the entrance and keeps out evil as does his brother who guards the tempting gate into the Garden of Eden. No bill collectors or legislators have jurisdiction under the mounds of soft earth. No war on terror or airborne virus can beseech the domain of these vete...