Cephas, a Stone

I am Cephas, A rock upon the dry earth. I am a stone Lifted up and set in motion. The wind surrounds me. I sink into the brook And settle. The water rushes over me, And my ragged edges and indentions are not; I am smooth. A young hand chooses me, And puts me into a scrip With four others just as polished- But I'm the one lifted and set in motion. The wind surrounds me. I sink into the frontal And settle. The blood rushes over me. The young hand takes me (still lodged) To the Holy City. Now I - Cephas, a stone, A rock beneath the blessed soil of Jerusalem, Am settled.