Eternal Vigil

In the chamber of shadows, where time whispers soft, A statue stands, a guardian of the past, Its gaze unyielding, a silent sentinel, Guarding secrets that the ages have cast. The candles burn, their golden light a beacon, Guiding souls through the labyrinth of the mind, Each flame a memory, each wick a thread, Weaving the tapestry of the human kind. The sphere of marble, smooth and pure, Reflects the world in its quiet grace, A symbol of balance, of order and peace, In a world that often feels out of place. The stone, rough and raw, lies at the feet, A reminder of the earth's enduring might, Its presence grounding, its form unyielding, A testament to the passage of time's flight. Here, in this sacred space, we find solace, A place where the soul can rest and mend, Where the past and present intertwine, And the future is shaped by what we've seen. For in this vigil, we are not alone, For the statue, the candles, and the sphere, They stand as guardians of the heart, Guiding us through the trials of life's great art.