Final Rest
The Commerian facade of the old church
stands watchful over the path
leading to the threshold of the cemetery.
Through the years
the stone monuments
of tranquil resting places
greet survivor tears,
dewdrops of love.
Within the church
psalms invite unison of spirit,
hunger and tears seek holy love,
as prayers to saints dissolve hate and anger.
Copyright © Charlotte Zuzak | Year Posted 2007
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