Megan's Place

Megan’s Place

The stone angel sits with folded wings,
frozen on this tiny pond,
set here to ease our healing.
This lost life brings
no final act, nothing beyond
the stone angel who sits with folded wings.
Seasons, prayers, tears--nothing brings
consolation--nothing can be found.
There is no healing.
Space made from wreckage brings
cold comfort. Eternal silence surrounds
the angel who sits with folded wings.
A still time of stone brings
bolts of grief to silence sound.
There will be no healing.
Unspeakable loss, this life snapped short,
remembered in this place, this pond.
The stone angel sits with folded wings,
his grief beyond all feeling.