In quiet moments

Statue guardian, custodian of life, 

where do you go in your quiet moments ?

Do you consider your creator

as you survey the creation

which grows and changes

under your care ?

On a Sunday do you croak a hymn,

as dusk falls do you speak to a god ?

Do you have rules,

do you have sins,

do you contemplate tomorrows ?

Is your soul the hundred spawn

gathered jewels beneath your gaze ?

Come tomorrow I will ask again

for you do not tell -

but ask me, deep inside,

where I go in quiet moments.