Those Holy Bones

Poems

Sonnet 1.

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.

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