A poor — torn heart — a tattered heart —

That sat it down to rest —

Nor noticed that the Ebbing Day

Flowed silver to the West —

Nor noticed Night did soft descend —

Nor Constellation burn —

Intent upon the vision

Of latitudes unknown.

The angels — happening that way

The dusty heart espied —

Tenderly took it up from toil

And carried it to God —

There — sandals for the Barefoot —

There — gathered from the gales —

Do the blue havens by the hand

Lead the wandering Sails.

~Emily Dickinson

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Latitudes unknown

Photographed by Jennifer Weber at Oakdale Cemetery on October 23, 2011

Hendersonville, North Carolina

We dance around in a ring and suppose;

But the Secret sits in the middle and knows.

~Robert Frost

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I know the Secret

Ina Otelia Davies monument photographed by Jennifer Weber at Green Hill Cemetery on November 9, 2012

Waynesville, North Carolina

Sometimes angels walk away

Fannie Everett Clancy angel photographed by Jennifer Weber at Hillside Cemetery on December 17, 2012

Bryson City, North Carolina

Who walks with Beauty has no need of fear;
The sun and moon and stars keep pace with him;
Invisible hands restore the ruined year,
And time itself grows beautifully dim.
One hill will keep the footprints of the moon
That came and went a hushed and secret hour;
One star at dusk will yield the lasting boon;
Remembered beauty’s white immortal flower.

Who takes of Beauty wine and daily bread
Will know no lack when bitter years are lean;
The brimming cup is by, the feast is spread;
The sun and moon and stars his eyes have seen
Are for his hunger and the thirst he slakes:
The wine of Beauty and the bread he breaks.

~David Morton

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Hattie

Hattie McCanless Angel photographed by Jennifer Weber at Old Fort Cemetery on March 25, 2012

Old Fort, North Carolina