Resting Rock

She lay there among the silk and fancy attire. She looked as if she were a wilted flower resting on a polished stone in an unattended garden, beautiful but lifeless. Her skin powdered with a white mask, she never wore her makeup that light. We did not believe it was her at first, however she bare the ring her sister bought her. A stranger to her but an acquaintance spoke on her behalf, as she lay there in silence. Some say when the body dies it will rest until it is time; we felt her presence there, as if she was an angel in the choir. Maybe among the voices there, hers was the sweatiest, she always did love the song, Amazing Grace.

Author
Tanya L. Lyles