Those slabs that men once placed to line the tomb, <br />A friend, a leader, a king, or perhaps just someone who I wished I had known, <br />When deserved in eternity so much room, <br />Looking at the skeleton of a burial long ago, <br />When bones are dust and only rock remains, <br />I look at the bridge that time builds, <br />And feel humbled by the complexity of it all, <br />When I know that I am not an accident of nature, <br />Because I love, I am and I feel the moment, <br />This time, this place is overwhelming.<br /><br />Anthony Foster<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ode-to-a-burial-chamber-in-wales/
