The Long Walk
She walked in silent waking breath
Hid each thought of passing death
Of veils and shrouds like cloaking night
That hid this child from ancient sight
And passing through the tombs of old
Where life through bone their stories told
Of centuries past, old lives worn through
As history claimed all those she knew
A child she was, and blessed by youth
No shadows thrown could hide that truth
Amidst granite pillars of crumbled stone
Faded inscriptions of words unknown
She thought of faces long forgot
Lost loved ones left inside to rot
And passed dead flowers wilting there
Their broken stems to show they care
All had passed, in time and gone
Beneath a sun that always shone
This made her feel at ease with life
As she passed two sleepers, a man and wife
For lives are lived and some are short
All lives are ended with poignant thought
The journey made is a new endeavour
Blessed by our God who lives forever.
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