The Holy Rocks

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.   Continue reading The Holy Rocks