The Holy Rocks By Maria Fokas
The rocks hidden in the sky –
They are not silent in my presence.
They stretch as far as the eye can see;
A reflection in the horizon:
An element of past rememberance.
A stir of wondrous light.
No strangers here–
As dusk sets in –
I can hear them,
The bells ring, in the empty light of warmth;
beneath my feet.