Lord R. E. Taylor Poet Free verse

Holy Ruins

Holy Ruins

I imagine your beauty
How you looked ages ago
Your thatched roof
Stain-glassed windows
The moss growing on your stone walls
There was life within you
Babies being christened
Men and women becoming one
And the last goodbyes to those who were gone
That was so very long ago
Since then time has ravaged you
The people who loved you left
Went away to the cities
Your roof fell into dust
Your windows shattered in the wind
Your walls came down from neglect
Your spires reach like claws into the sky
As they try to catch the passing clouds
The people of your past are long gone
So is the beauty of your youth
But your ruins have their own beauty
A majestic quality no place else has
And that makes you a treasure

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Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty January 1, 2015 at 11:21 AM Ruins speak their stories you can listen when you are alone walking among the debris. I have listened.Unworldly feeling taylor. Loved this poem. Great.Happy 2015-your friend rajat

Eve Roper January 1, 2015 at 11:05 AM 7, Beautiful imagery of a Holy place left behind because of progress, but what is left behind from the nature’s erosion is just as beautiful. Your inspiring me to paint the view. Blessings fav.