A Stillness At Margraten
Peace among the marble stones, it's there.
So deep so profound it permeates the very air.
The tears that fall for a moment wash away the here and now.
The distant past is there, among the heads that bow.
A passing breeze moves across this sacred ground, and gently touches, each grass knolled mound.
I think God feels himself the owner here.
As friend of those who want him near, it is well the world is lovely there, cloaked in its morning hours of prayer.
There beyond the sunset lies a glorious land.
Where God himself holds the universe within his hand.