Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Graven Images

We walk slowly and softly amongst them
Carefully if not reverently
They have no meaning anymore
No power
No power over our lives
Over our hearts and minds
We don’t even know who they are
These things that are the last representation
Of that which we knew
And yet we still walk through and around
With respect
No shouting or calling or disrespect
Only sad eyes and tears
For those that still find meaning
Those that remember
So perhaps there is power still left
In the quiet lined gravestones
As long as we remember
The laughter, the tears, the lives
Of those laid here before us.
Perhaps that’s power enough
To bind us all together
The power of a life once lived
And the power left behind by the remembrance.

(sgchris Jan.2010)


Kris Spisak said...

Beautifully written. I'm curious of your inspiration, here. I hope all is well!

sgchris said...

Thanks Kris!