The Echo of What Remains Collected Poems of Wanda Lea Brayton
Worn with anguish,
the portal does not open freely or in silence
unless bidden by those bent and blanched with grief.
On one side of these solid, dolorous doors,
life goes on -
on another, eternity awaits our final step
across a terrible threshold, a journey not soon sought,
yet inevitably, an unavoidable task we must accept.
One day, our names will be etched in fragmenting stone,
an enduring reminder of our ephemeral natures -
if one peers through the veil of these constant shadows,
there is a fleeting glimpse of anodized bronze,
dusky murmurings of another existence beyond this pale distance.
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