Inside that small deserted church faraway from the town, stood a young lady facing a small weird-shape coffin. Somebody might recognize it in a heart-shape, but so greatly distorted that one could not fully define it as the heart-shape.
Nobody came to this church for years, every villager in that nearest town knew that it had been left for silence and dust for a long long time ago.
Yet the young lady made it here after walking for miles carrying that coffin in her arms.
At this moment, as her forlorn eyes were fixing at the lock of the coffin, she said,
“I am here to say farewell to my love for him and to commit that love into the hands of God.”
She bit her lips once before continuing,
“Lord my God, you are the source of life. In you I live and know love. Keep me in life and death in your love, no more in anybody else’s love, and, by you grace, lead me to your kingdom, though your Son, Jesus Christ, my Lord.”
“Amen.”, whispered her.
“In the Name of God, the merciful Father, I commit the body of my love for him to the peace of the grace.”
She let tree hand-fulls of earth fall onto the coffin while saying, “You gave that love blissful life. But receive it now in your peace and give it, through Jesus Christ, a calm oblivion.”
She turned her face up and looked around the painted ceiling, then said,
“Also please please give it for me, the oblivion of that once blissful love.”
“Lord God, my Father in heaven, Lord God, the Son, and Saviour of the world, Lord God, the Holy Spirit, have mercy on me. At the moment of death of another love you might give its life into my heart, and on that last day, save me, merciful and gracious Lord God.”
The young lady stood in silence for a long while. The wind was blowing woefully outside the church. The dusk started to fall.
She raised her hand to wipe away the tears on her face and took that coffin to the graveyard outside.
There she burrowed the soil by her bare hands and lower the coffin into the grave.
She stood up, brushing away the dirt from her hands and said,
“Give it, o Lord, your peace and let your eternal + light shine upon it.”
The faint sound from the clock tower in the town she came from told her that it was already 8 o’clock in the evening, but the young lady did not seem to care about it.
She gathered the soil around the grave and put it into the burrow to close the grave while humming with shaking voice the lines she remembered from Mozart’s Requiem,
“Lacrimosa dies ilia
Qua resurget ex favilla
Judicandus homo reus.
Huic ergo parce, Deus,
Pie Jesu Domine,
Dona els requiem…”
Rain started to shower, the young lady looked up to the sky, letting those drops splashing on her face mixed with her tears. She whispered again,
Suggested soundtrack: Requiem in D Minor, K. 626: III. Sequentia 6, Lacrimosa by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart