How do rocks go astray?
How do they crumble and erode?
Broken crags and fallen stones
Protect and hold on to
Cliffs and slippery slopes
In anxious absence
Flounder and fracture and fester in mold
These rocks break and they batter
Building upon buildings
Mountains and shrines
Dark fallen towers
Of forfeited godliness
If only rocks could speak,
If they could sing and skip
Upon the highways of life
Then silence wouldn’t be home to stony hearts
And narrow paths wouldn’t be so cold