Her Name

Her name

meant stability,

solidity,

to me.

 

Like something granite;

Mt Rushmore.

Or something tectonic;

Australia.

 

Now I see

her name.

I remember she has gone:

my mind stops.

 

If minds

could lose their breath,

mine would gasp,

and struggle to restart.

 

Conceive the inconceivable;

Australia sinking,

Mt Rushmore dissolving.

Has she truly left this earth?

 

Her name

engraved in granite,

her soul,

amongst the stars?

 

Woman

as grass and shadows,

is timed to wilt and fade,

by the measure of the sun.

 

Earth

abiding still,

yet timed as well,

awaits a similar fate.

 

Granite melts

in fervent heat.

Her name

eternal memory.

 

And both will be

remade,

as Christ

returns again.

 

~FS