Cornerstone

CORNERSTONE See, That stone, By nadir marred, By murk furred, By haze cocooned, Like a straw, By gale of fate buffeted, By tongues of skeptics, for Eras a meretricious folk christened. By tunic of shame decked, Like a serf, By dearth for myriads Of eras snared. Has, By mettle A pearl become. By the hearth of cruel fate, A gold with an ineffable glaring Light become. And nigh and distant tribes On it’s glaring light From the beset of darkness Hasten to belay. And their erreneous ethos Their lips dither not to recant For the stone, a cornerstone Has become.