This poem began in an early morning dream and continued while I waited for the dental hygienist. People are like stones. Some hard and rough. Others smooth and round. Some are precious and very valuable. Stones, like people, are reflections of the life they have lived. The bumps and grinds of everyday life shape us into what we are today.
We Live Among the Stones
We live among the stones
Some rounded and smooth
Others sharp and jagged
Stones fresh and raw from upheaval
Laid bare by heat and pressure
Scorched and Broken
Stone surrounding the fossils of life
Embedded ancient remains
Relationships yet to be excavated
Stones in the river of life
Hard yet rounded smooth
Shaped by the flow of life
Stones cut and shaped to perfection
Stacked and fitted with keystone and arch
Support and strength for all above
Stones of beauty shaped with loving hands
Smoothed and polished
Exquisite beauty stately and cold
Stones of hurt hurled to harm
Smashing killing with devastating force
Leaving only piles of rubble behind
Stones of moraine crushed under ice
Laid bare by the receding foot
Cold snow pack fading fast in the sunlight
Precious stones forged with extreme heat
Pressures that forever change
Leaving a greater metamorphic glory
Stones of love left in sweet memory
Of loved ones gone
Now only names carved in stone
We are all precious stones
Jewels in our creator’s crown
Reflecting love and grace
