Graveside tumbleweed blew
In the stones –
Of a thousand years
Yet to come –
Primitive, their sculpture
Just as these –
Still a stymied mosaic
Just as we –
Hallowed stone stood
Well-weathered, calm –
Sphinx-like the mass
Here and now –
Graveside tumbleweed ceased
The stones stayed –
Of a thousand years
Yet to come –
I love the lines "Still a stymied mosaic Just as we -" A creative metaphor for all the pieces that make up a person, because we are all surely complex. A timeless piece!
Sheila
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
EDWIN
Sam
I love the lines "Still a stymied mosaic Just as we -" A creative metaphor for all the pieces that make up a person, because we are all surely complex. A timeless piece!
Sheila
Regis
always,
randy
Love Tinka
Be safe,
Karen