Holy Stones

Gathered for a thousand years

Stones made holy by their wounds

Worn by time,

Penetrated by life

Smoothed by rushing wave

Tossed by timeless tide

Given up to the earth

From the vastness of the sea



Now in the palm of your hand

Waiting for their fate

Asking you to listen

To the secret they came to tell.

Their wounds reflect the wounded

The gouged out parts of our souls

Battered by the tides of life

The small stones message

When kept and contemplated

Is –

All lives are worn and wearied by time

And through that hole comes compassion.

Smoothing of waves, in joy and sorrow

We birth gentleness

Tossed by tides beyond our control

We find the flotsam of forgiveness

Given up to earth and matter

We treasure humanness

Originating in the vastness of ocean

We discover our belonging

Held in the palm of God’s hand.