Heart Beats
HEART BEATS
They threw a blanket over her
yellow tape around the crime scene
made no attempts to revive her
and yet the monument persists.
Slowly crowds gathered after dark
laying roses upon her past
church bells hang silent in mourning
the fullness of an empty time.
From within the crowd a murmur
”She is not dead!” “Her heart still beats.”
A gust of wind stirred the church bells
candles flickered in dark windows
children gazed upon new beauty
looked up to greet another’s eyes
smiled, and felt the heart start beating
removed the blanket drape of fear.
Like hearts, touching one another,
a forgotten dream rekindled
silent voices speaking as one
beating in the Heart of Christmas.
11/25/2016
submitted to – THE HEART OF CHRISTMAS – Poetry Contest
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