PART 1 - Earth Bound Angels Made of Stone - An Epic
We dwell in quiet places
Where mortals sleep eternally
We earthbound angels made of stone
Keeping vigil for thee
Stone angels carved by human hands
In honor of the dead
Giving meaning to the path
Where mortals dare to tread
And if you care to rest a spell
In this quiet place we dwell
You too will come to understand
The stories we will tell
Stories that are etched in stone
For each departed soul
And their journey here on earth
The greatest stories ever told
So listen very carefully
With your heart and not your ears
And with our silent voices
Let us take you through the years
Of one dearly departed
And her life of joy and tears
From the cradle to the grave
A life of courage and of fear
Now step with us into this realm
Where earth and heaven meet
And see the petals of this Rose
Strewn o'er the cobbled streets
And like the rose that bears her name
May her beauty bloom again
In all its glory in this story
Amid the thorns that still remain
Let us tell you of a child
Born in eighteen twenty-five
A little girl so pure and shy
She made the willows sigh
In a land where wooden ships
With canvas wings did fly
On a wailing wind
With the moon and the stars
Their only guide
A child born without a sin
The way that life begins
Who at the age of seventeen
Lost her innocence
To a Captain
Twice her age
Who on that fateful day
Took away her freedom
When she became his slave
How at the age of 17
She finally came to know
The bitter thorn that lies beneath
The beauty of the rose
As she hid his seed
Beneath a frock
Of slavery and shame
And her face beneath a veil of tears
Each one
Cried in vain
Bought by this man
A widower
Raising babes that weren't her own
She called upon her inner strength
To make this land her home
While he remained for months at sea
She waited patiently
Until the day when one-by-one
The leaves fell from the trees
As autumn died
And heaven cried
Her baby girl was born
While all the village gossips
Looked at Rose with utter scorn
A stranger in a strange strange land
A Rose that whites called black
In that moment realized
There was no going back
She named her daughter
Amber
With hair the hue of flames
A child of God who town-folk dubbed
The Captain's child of shame
And like the thorns that laid in wait
beneath her mother
Rose
This child would one day come to know
The evil they would sew
A child with blood of black and white
A heavy cross to bear
Who could not
In her innocence
Conceive
The evil lurking there
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The remainder of this epic can be read in Part Two
posted in my next entry. Please proceed.
Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2016
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