Refugee 6212

The air is cold and wet as I walk among these stones

Silence prepares for the emptying storehouses of snow

Nothing moves save the shiver of slumbering blades of grass

I am the only thing that lives.

I walk among the forgotten faces

Though many are gathered here they stand alone

They, who once were, scream silently

Their soundless weeping fills the air

Illegible stone-letters long worn away by time are their only voice

All that remain are shattered stumps of rock or solemn towers of stone

As I walk among these people forgotten in time

Pitifully they cry to me, "I existed!"

"I once was somebody!

Yet no one knows my name

I once was great!

Yet I have passed from memory…"

How many of these, oh LORD

Took refuge in the world?

How many of these, oh LORD

Put their trust in anything but You?

I walk among their final refuge,

Failed attempts to be remembered;

Their fortresses are crumbled tombstones

Their names only mumbled in broken stone-letters

Rock will erode

Stone will be shattered

Empires crumble

Refuges will be shattered 

"For God alone my soul waits in silence

From Him comes my salvation

He only is my rock and my salvation

my fortress; I shall not be greatly shaken" Psalm 62:1-2

Reviews

[Holly Mason]

beautiful the way you describe it lovely
failed attempts to be remembered true
thank you for sharing

[Bare trees]

A powerful poem. I often stroll through a cemetery when I go for my walks. This really puts things into perspective and rings so true. Your choice of words were splendid.

100/100