what is the 'loneliest place'? |
The Loneliest Place There's a tall wrought iron fence A thicket of dead leaves piled against it. Somewhere in the trees Below the endless gray sky A crow caws out displeasure At the change of seasons, The failure of fall, The woe of winter. It's the loneliest place A garden full of stones Stones with names And dates and brief epitaphs Together Forever Resting in His Arms Sweet Wife, Devoted Husband The chill wind wanders Amid the stones Tossing leaves from its path Lingering at an obelisk from early last century Curling around a mausoleum With its stout wooden door Locked to keep out the living. A scattering of flowers are shriveled and shedding petals Mortal like the quiet ones buried here. It's the loneliest place Yet all of us will one day visit Some to linger for a moment, an hour Some to stay Till trumpets call to the dawn And bring us to His presence |