Poem "Lonely and Silent"

Lonely and silent the line of stones stands.
Paused in lifeless testimony and in eternal union joined
A regiment of death.  Voices stilled forever, silenced never to awake

How cold the dawn; even as the sun begins to rise

Oh so slowly rising . . . . slowly . . . . slowly
Oh so slowly rising


Nevertheless the sun fails to meet its purpose, as no warmth can pierce the clay
Just a chill and passionless silence of shadows encases them where they lay

Only a bleak and mournful morning greets them, as they endure, indiferent to the chill.
For these valiant shrouded sentinels linger, in emptiness ascribed.
Erect and facing heaven, they pass the lonely days

To await the call of Judgement
To await the warmth of the "Son"


Yet until then, the cold, heartless, and indifferent hand of death shall hold them firmly in the earth and only their grey stony presence will provide a reminder of long years, spent in patient expectation.


Poem written by Mark R. Day 12/31/11, all rights reserved.  Copyright by Mark R. Day 12/31/11