The Caretaker’s Thoughts
Stones find me on my parcel
and I gather them.
I do not own the land
nor ever will
but it is in my keeping
all the same.
Each stone stacked upon another
until I’ve built a Moses altar.
Stones find me on my parcel
and I gather them.
I do not own the land
nor ever will
but it is in my keeping
all the same.
Each stone stacked upon another
until I’ve built a Moses altar.
I know I’m being watched
as I scratch away the soil,
by something I cannot see.
In my inner place
I’m told to consider thanks
for all I have;
that I breathe and toil,
that I fish and eat,
that I am but for awhile
in this form today
but will live on in another way.
I wonder of the stones;
like sheep they have scattered
while I have gathered them,
congregating all,
yet I reject the preacher
and his slant
then ponder on each stone
thinking I should put them back
and leave things as they are.
I feel compelled
to give each flower
a better chance to grow
without having to alter course
by way of stone,
yet stones have their place too!
Blinddream 06/2012
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