pic: Stonehenge August 2011
Cathedral, calendar, map
these monoliths hide their secrets -
Chinese whispers in history.
Sculpted rock, daily proclaiming a quest:
a desire to move from unknowing,
a search outside for something within.
The genetic drive to celebrate
pushed, pulled, sweated and cried
these giants into place.
Lost now,
like eroded letters on a gravestone,
time has stolen their meaning.
Now we search for their search,
new savages, dissecting and analysing
not for our celebration
but for theirs.
1 comment:
Praise God the rock we look to isn't made of stone but incorruptable and eternal. Nice piece Keith!
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