The Village by Jesse C. Fripp At the end of the white sand road, eternity waits ahead Through the quiet forest, passage of the dead In the still distance, walls ring around The silent village steeple, bells without sound The Village
by Jesse C. Fripp At the end of the white sand road, eternity waits ahead Through the quiet forest, passage of the dead In the still distance, walls ring around The silent village steeple, bells without sound Her footsteps leave no imprint, upon the sacred track As those who walked before her, never looking back But for a moment she pauses, uncertain of the way Whether to journey on, or to wait another day Something stirs among the trees, shadow on the green Footstep mirrors footstep, still with sight unseen Uncertainty behind her, they step into the light Two guardian wolves, silver haired, eyes burning bright The silent village steeple, bells still with sound In the recent distance, walls close around Beyond the quiet forest, passage of the dead Along the white sand road, eternity ahead Written in memory of Adela Dinu
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John Durning
3/2/2016 01:43:44 pm
Jesse, a very beautiful poem, the village. We all three felt very moved by it.
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