The Message



It was Marisol no doubt
Who rooted it out with her snout
That magical stone I found
She rooted it out of the ground
And put it on layaway

Like something for a rainy day
Or something to think about

I found it then astoundingly
Right outside the kitchen door
From where she left it there before
In December when she died
Beside me on the kitchen floor

On the Eve of Christmas Eve
She left me something to believe
Or not but I think I do

I think she was thinking of me
Brother Dog and what would be
When I could understand no more
And wondered what to hope for
A wish from Marisol come true

To show us so we could know
From the message she left in stone
That we were not left alone

But how it got from where she hid
It who knows now but it did
And slid a little bit up to
The kitchen door like it knew
When she remembered from her side

She found it like she hid it
Like a bone I know she did it
For me to show her Brother
Dog on this side from the other



Steven Curtis Lance