Memorials

The world doesn't stop

For beauty or pain

We have to build our own shrines

And hope that is enough.

We can't stop the whirling march,

But we can transform our perception of it

With our stacks of stones

Anchoring miracles in time.

The only transcendence of time

Is spiritual.

(If you can't break a rule,

Find something that isn't bound by it.)

Memorials;

Stacks of prayers built over time,

Tears mounted up in bottles.

Equally as intangible as the beauty or pain that put them there.