Stone Angel

 

by John Clare

Long bide the time til resurrection day,
Lone guard of souls in earthly graves.
Etched in granite your tears are saved,
Stone angel, we all shall pass your way.
Guard our souls long journey we pray.
Come Creator, Come and ever raise,
Shout! Trump! Shall the dead offer praise?
Never more in this cold earth to lay?
Stone angel with wings poised to fly,
Bound in frosty mourns patient wait.
Burst the coffin to awake us home.
Soon you cease your gaze unto the sky,
Then in a blinding light new creations state!
Stone angel, how mighty you tower before the throne!