After the end of the Christian age, the dead are a bit alone at Hellnar.
Truth is, the graveyard has become a pasture, blowing in the wind under the volcano.
And the hope and loss and grief of all the families that have lost men at sea, is a bit at sea, too.
Let us still honour them, and carry them.
Every Western church has a window much like this …
Christ Risen
This is a window painted with the art of the mind. Reykholt Church Altar, Iceland
Not many churches, though, have this for a view while you’re sitting in a pew …
Church Window, Reykholt, Iceland
The other cross.
Imagine if a people had cut down all their trees to stay warm in the cold, until the poets came along and started planting trees again, until memory was a live and growing year by year, and you could walk through it. Imagine a people who found their liberty in this way, rather than by war or revolution: by planting trees. Well, it’s the kind of country that might build a road like this…
If You’re Going to Go Through All the Trouble of Building a Road …
… you might has well have it lead somewhere.
Putting towns at the ends of roads is so expensive. There are other places people need to go. Even Gunnar Gunnarsson found his way home.
A Farm in Iceland 