St. Paul's CemeteryA Poem by Ken e BujoldCalmed by the certainty only the living will leave us
here, we linger a little longer, seek between their marbled rows some echo of an answer, what might foreshadow our own eternal embrace. What I read amidst the engraved last
dates is not the legacy of a loved
life as much as the prophecy of an enduring tumult, the raw passion of two souls so entwined not even death can break the atomic chain. Though time will surely erase the etched endearments, wear the touching stones to
grains of sand from which they first came,
I sense a certain certainty -- only the living will ever leave
them here. Ken e Bujold © 2024 Ken e BujoldReviews
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4 Reviews Added on January 16, 2024 Last Updated on January 16, 2024 AuthorKen e BujoldSomewhere in Ontario, CanadaAboutWriters write, it's what we do. Fish swim, woodpeckers peck... writers scribble (inside and outside the lines). more..Writing
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