Eternal Vigil

In the quiet embrace of marble, a face etched with time's passage, A sentinel of wisdom, a guardian of the ages. Lines etched deep, like rivers carving through the earth, Tell stories of battles fought, of dreams deferred, of love and loss. The eyes, though closed in repose, seem to watch the world unseen, A silent witness to the ebb and flow of life's tides. This visage, a monument to endurance, Speaks of resilience, of the unyielding spirit that endures. In its stillness, there is a call, a whisper to the soul, To find strength in the shadows, to rise from the depths of despair. For in every wrinkle, every scar, lies a testament to life's journey, A reminder that even in stillness, there is power, there is grace. Let this stone face be a mirror, reflecting your own path, A beacon of hope, a guide through the labyrinth of time. For in its eternal vigil, you too may find your own strength, A quiet resolve to face the world with courage and grace.