Burial Mound
Mound found round and sound upon the winds of the voices of those who have gone before us, exhuming the stories of every one.
When in their presence, walk softly and gracefully, there upon its face. Some will come to greet you. Some will come to meet you, and others will not show a trace. But others present have tirelessly persisted and found they had run the good race. We will know you found them by the light upon your face.
Burial mound
A burial mound in the deepest forest was found.
Round and tall, stately, and profound
were their stories covered with ground.
Hear all, now, the tales of their lives.
Of faith, and sorrows, and things that mend ~
Such golden threads between the meeting
of their beginning…and their end.
Between those two days in each person’s life
though some cares mattered, many did not ~
Let their presence stress this point
concerning life’s mysterious lot…
What we can and do become
between the first and last of our days
for others will gift either silence,
or weave new stories of praise.