Those Holy Bones
I saw her relics last July enclosed
within a sheet of thin glass on a cross
inside the center globe, carefully posed
so that none of the magic would be lost
though hundreds of years have already passed
those holy bones remain preserved and blessed
and dispersed amongst nations east to west
secluded from the turmoil of her past.
Think of the bones buried beneath the earth
unseen by human eyes for centuries
yearning to reveal their stories since birth
of love and death and untold mysteries
lying nameless within the ground unknown
until we seek and hold those holy bones.