That’s the wrong order. That’s not how things should be.
Walk into any church in any village and you will probably see a child’s names on a tombstone.
It’s one of the saddest things don’t you think? It must be.
Walking thru St Denys Church in my little village, where there are records of people since the church was built in the 13C, there are, mercifully, few children’s names.
But the ones who are here are under an angel’s soft protection.
Enveloped in warm Cotswold stone.
In the gentlest light.
Wrong, thought about and photographed in St Denys Church, Northmoor for the WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge