Lord Make Me a Stone

Tuesday, October 11, 2005 10:24 PM

I am a rock
stone that does not feel
heat or cold, the rush of wind, the fall of water.

Yet there are
sparkles that draw me out
to drift on thoughts that yearn toward joy's pleasure.

Sparkles that shine
in the deep dark of the black
but drown in the wash of powers beyond my control.

To be an unfeeling stone,
seeing all as one and to deny the
sparkle as well as the black, to drift unmoved and alone.

Not worth the loss of the sparkle
to be an unmoved stone, safe at great cost,
shinning sparkle spreading out lighting all that is not stone and ready to be.

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