Fields of Stone

Approach

Today I walked amongst the stones littering emerald grass.

The sun beat gently upon my grayed crown whilst contemplating.

Blue above dotted with puffy cotton ball clouds stirred.

Brisk was the breeze that blew the scent of summer’s fading foliage.

A new trail taken for a new day by hiker and sojourners alike.

Path paved prettily yet cracked in places by frost and erosion.

New markers on way in nature’s majesty, miles and mission.

I came upon it suddenly through dense southern foliage.

Among the Stones

A multitudinous memory of Stone,

Markers dotting fields,

Some with flowers,

Some bereft,

All formed,

Chiseled or Embossed,

A child here,

A family there,

One so old no text remains,

The weight of ages as dust accumulates,

I walked amongst the fields of stone,

Lost in memory, in presence.

I witnessed a family saying farewell.

So cold the granite,

Lichen encrusted,

Molded,

The grass has borne witness,

When we fade,

And are replaced,

To dust in dirt.

Gathered to bosom,

To Him.

As always Dust,

To you,

For you,

From Him,

In me.