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
Prayerful Life 