these are the holy moments
where the ground grows hallowed,
a sudden living tomb of soil turned sacred,
sanctified with groundskeeping ghouls
twice-pointing: present, and past.
these are the stones we cling to
where our heart finds courage
and our clenched fists mark the face of Time
as most-rare and now become corporeal,
twice-returning: Voice, and Word.
Copyright © Charlie Young, 2021
[Art: Andy Kehoe]