Thursday, March 29, 2018

Six Hundred Stones

on your grave, for remembrance.
A pyramid too grand for Pharaoh.

One for each child passed over the hedge,
then on to friends, freedom, safety.

Light as feathers in your hands:
you felt only the weight of those left behind.

Six hundred stones.
Six hundred tears dipped from an ocean.
Six hundred seeds rescued from a forest fire.
Six hundred suns saved from a dying galaxy.

Look, Johan! Each one turns
a night to day.

Johan van Hulst
In Memoriam

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