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