In Silent Gazing

We stand in voiceless fixity and gaze Upon veined stone carved of silent faces He seems but weightless in lamented arms But oh! Their grief too heavy to bear For see how even ourselves are shown as living Only by each gasping breath we take And out of the chill of marbled sorrow Not a stir is heard Let us stand long with eyes wide to remember How precarious our world While so carefully they cradle Him Speak of it, we cannot Far more wise To stand in voiceless fixity and see How fragile our world is spinning Dizzily into emptiness, if be not changeable.. For earth and we must alter. What has been witnessed here in polished stone Has made the air too thin to speak these words.... "He died upon the cross" _____________________________________________________________ Inspired by Michelangelo's Statue..."The Deposition"