A Stone In Sand
Alone, I found a rock in shifting sand
a gray, smooth rock lost in the dust of time
under a scorching sun and cloudless sky.
No sight of tree or brush, no living thing
no sound to hear but for the moaning wind.
Lonely as God, I may well keep this thought.
At first it seemed to be a clump of sand.
I held this stone and felt the pain within,
pain of Isolation and loneliness.
I near could feel a tiny beating heart,
and if a stone could cry a single tear
my hand would have been wet from graven due.
I brushed clinging sand from its skin. I saved
this stone; this stone became my friend. My friend
I love and love’s me back, my stone. I have
this small gray stone placed by my bed. Each day
it is the first thing which I see. It sits,
and guards me, guards me from the thought, that I--
I am alone and lost in seas of sand.
Copyright © Mike Samford | Year Posted 2007
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