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Carve Us Deeper In the Stone
A graveyard stands upon the hill; its tombstones smoothed beneath the tide of nature's forces beating hard; I pass and hear the buried cry. "Reverse the trend, relentless grown, that would erase our names for aye; for who grants thought to silent stones and corpses claimed in nameless graves? We yet would speak, if you inquire, if you draw near with ear and heart . We speak of dreams left unfulfilled; we sing our song which but in part was heard before our souls were claimed. Oh, who will hear what we would tell with our last link with life consumed, when dust with dust is mingled well? We have a vision unattained by you who still are flesh and bone; if you our secrets wish to shard, dare carve us deeper in the stone." ©Faye Lanham Gibson, 1987 This poem was inspired by a very old cemetery behind my home. The tombstones were worn so badly that the names could hardly be discerned.
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