Dirge

d404929a13df2b3b319b8121afe0bc1cThe sound of feet shuffling
Slipping on mossy rock
Blindly forging onward
Through sand and shale
To reach their hidden home

The feel of rough stone
Pressing against soft skin
Exhaustion creeping in
While they weep and moan
Knowing tomorrow is lost

The grooves are jagged
Cut into the faded rock
Gripped by rough hewn hands
That know the pain of loss
From years in the desert

The smell of morning rain
Memorized through labor
Fields deluged by water
Pure as the driven snow
Perfect in their grief

The silence of lost souls
Finding refuge in forgiveness
An innocence reborn
From the ashes of stone
Torn apart under pressure

And calcified.

Advertisements

What do you think?

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Create a free website or blog at WordPress.com.

Up ↑

greengatephoto

A great WordPress.com site

Cozy Corner

A Writer's Journey

Whose Wine Is It Anyway?

Exploring life, love, lifting, and (almost) literally everything else, frequently aided by laughter and libations

Dr. K. L. Register

Just a small town girl who writes about Christian stuff.

Sara Furlong

Strategic freelance writer specializing in online content, articles, web copy, & SEO.

Bree Paige

Bree Defined

%d bloggers like this: