The sacred flame, chalice of never ending life,
As old as time,
If time has an age,
Like the winding river.
A woman pushes a man in a wheelchair,
how did they come to be?
What was their courtship like?
In their eyes I see the hurt, the sorrow, and the love that comes from a relationship.
What is their story?
Are they happy still?
Does he feel like a burden?
Building towards a great explosion,
the plan in place for months,
Dynamite stacked in storehouses underneath the abbey,
history hanging in the balance,
the power resting on the stone.
A collective shock to the system,
neighbors huddled around neighbors television sets and radios,
Prophecy that portends the end of days.