The Measure of my Days

Scottish graveyards are generally more interesting and better preserved than their English equivalents. Furthermore, their artistic reminders of mortality are more pronounced. Skulls are found in abundance, and hourglass timers, often with wings, are common too. Although such images are occasionally found in our English churchyards, the Scots show less inhibition, boldly asserting the visitor’s need consider his or her own mortality.

I find that contemporary Britons are pretty good at delaying death, through such means as exercise, healthy diets and early retirements, but not so adept at preparing for the inevitable event itself.

Lord, make me to know mine end, and the measure of my days, what it is: that I may know how frail I am. Psalm 39:4