I do not weep for those whose earthly vessels resting here beneath the soil. I weep with those souls left behind.
I am a guide, for the passing, through the veil between our two worlds.
I stand guard, to offer reassurance to those weakened by loss and to remind them that this temporary abode is but a moment in time.
My shuttered eyes demonstrate to visitors that this is a place of rest and not a place to fear. I represent the peace and stillness their loved ones now possess.
I hold fast to that which exemplifies strength in adversity and reconciliation in death. The cross that I lean upon is the key to unlocking the door to spiritual ascension.
Welcome to all who enter. May you know comfort here.
– Written for dVerse Poetics, prompt was “the voice of the sculpture.” Photo ©2010 Leara Morris-Clark.
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