Rose Bled Soap Stone Mysteries
So small and absolutely perfect
With a slight grain of pale pink flowing across it’s softly shimmering white surface
Tossed by wave and landed on this ….my foreign shore
I knew in my heart as I held the sea stone in the palm of my hand …that the secrets
of the universe were held safely
deep within
…..If only I spoke stone ….I knew the hope of everlasting joy
could be mine to share forever
Copyright © Ingrid Showalter Swift | Year Posted 2013
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