10/24/2026
Full Moon at Rosedale Cemetery
The full moon rises, pale and slow,
Where sleeping souls lie still below.
Its silver light on stone is cast,
A gentle bridge between now and past.
The whispering trees begin to sway,
As shadows dance where loved ones lay.
Each name engraved, each life once known,
Beneath the moon, is not alone.
The night is deep, the air is still,
The moonlight spills across the hill.
And in this place where silence stays,
Love lingers on through endless days.
Oh, Rosedale, beneath the skies,
Where earth holds close what never dies,
The full moon keeps its quiet watch,
While stars shine bright on every plot.
And though the years may fade away,
And dusk gives way to break of day,
Beneath that moon, so calm, so bright,
The dead are wrapped in living light. 🌕
