Be silent and be still
for though surrounded by people
solitude still remains
here in a sea of weathered stone
and vacant-eyed angels.
Let them steal the very breath
which they no longer possess
if only to raise awareness
of their very presence all around.
But in that hush there is life still;
their very presence given flesh
as, transcended from the grave,
they take flight,
giving their voices new purpose
as they sing their praises,
and walk again as never before -
as robin or wren,
pigeon or peregrine,
song-thrush or swan.
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