By Tony DeLorger © 2013
An edifice loomed above,
its shadow long and deep,
somehow alluding to its significance,
casting a void in the light of reality.
What thoughts amassed in its construction,
what ideals and beliefs bolstered its purpose,
now in the dust of time,
like distant echoes of voices passed.
Each stone a tribute to the artisan,
each depiction chiselled out by the breath of angels,
marking moments and the minds of men,
alive with the hopes of eternal life.
What labour suffered in this unfolding of belief,
what sweat and pain sacrificed to this pinnacle of hope,
this sacred eloquent truth of imaginings,
this life beyond life itself.
Now in the shallow winds of desolation,
stands this edifice,
eclipsing an endless sky,
elegant, yet ruling over a kingdom no more.
What stories each stone could tell,
like whispers in the wind,
echoes of holy words resounding,
imploring faith and obedience.
My hand upon the stones,
opens my ears to the gabble of life long passed,
the daily hum of activity,
and the searching minds of men, to qualify life.
No minds separate nor years condemn,
we are of one soul, one purpose,
and we the traveller,
seek no more than peace of mind, before, now and tomorrow.
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