" RELIQUARY The bones of saints are praised above their flesh, That pale rejected garment of their lives In which they walked despised, uncanonized. Brooding upon the marble bones of time Men read strange sanctity in lost events, Hold requiem mass for murdered yesterdays, And in the dust of actions once reviled Find symbols traced, and freeze them into stone. "

― Adrienne Rich , Collected Poems: 1950–2012