Ruins

All things held sacred
Crumbling to ruins
Right here..
What stories do  these stones know?
Do they reminisce the ancient grandeur?
Or are they laughing?
For they are permanent
And all things held sacred
Are fallen to dust
To be forgotten..

But are they forgotten?

The faith rises
No matter where..
But it stands again..
And restores the broken spirits..
While the permanence crumbles away.

And thus the transience lives on..