Do they say our work is done?
\nThat we have earned our sleep?
\nThat lifting the roof
\nwas like lifting the sky?
\nThat eyes followed us
\nto the edge of a zenith
\nand then leaped?
\nThat we heard them gasp
\nin the ecstasy,
\nof winning their freedom?<\/p>\n
Our strength was uncovered
\nby the shapers of stone.
\nPriests that found us
\nready to begin.
\nNow eons have passed.
\nRain has wept on our faces.
\nWind has stroked our legs
\nand kissed them.
\nTime has pulled its blanket
\nover us.<\/p>\n
The crowds peer at us quietly,
\nwith humble awe,
\nknowing something belongs to them
\nwhen they see us.
\nTheir gentleness is tribute
\nto our strength and courage,
\nand their own resolve
\nto protect the dreams
\ncherished in their lives.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Do they say our work is done? That we have earned our sleep? That lifting the roof was like lifting the sky? That eyes followed…<\/p>\n