Stone Garden

We walked beneath evergreens
weaving our way through the ages,
each footfall a step in time
as generations surrounded us, 
a soft spring breeze
whispering names 
as Catherine rested … there …
and there … and there …
 in the quiet, 
beneath the warm June sun

And there before us, 
a wealth 
counted in stone,
etched from your blood;
testimonies gathered 
on common ground, 

I placed my hand in yours
breathed in your exhales
filling my senses with the essence
of the past —
and I belonged
 
 

june 2011  
 




Awarded by Poetic Constellations ~ Ellen