Elemental Series: Stone
Smooth and slick and solid,
so solid we almost forget
the watery polish that ekes
out canyons, makes even
the dullest granite shine.
Through ages, it has stood
beneath and risen above, its roots
layers of refuse, pot shards
inked in pigments like blood,
and forgotten bones.
Tool or weapon, stair or chair,
what we take is only temporary,
so that even what we grind to powder
returns to what once was and remains.
These stones lay as silent witnesses
to all our humanness, to men
standing knee-deep in battle blood
to children holding motherless babies,
to the smiles created by loving hands,
these silent observers, like God’s judges,
waiting, patiently waiting, for their cue
to shout.
Ramona Levacy
April 23, 2013
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