Stoned

"Death by stoning"----the fatal, dread decree; Rocked out of pain, slung at Death's Goliath eye, I skipped upon the waters when you stoned me. You've thrown me down a welling dream of hope; I sing, and I pebble the universe with love. The wonders of your eyes can will my soul to rise, And down upon the rock I roll the slope. You struck me with an open look; You hid nothing, and pillared me; The avalanche of your simpicity has crushed me sure. Words? They are not words you spoke, But lava-leaves hard'ning into steel, Hot stinging little shards of freed desire. From the blossoms of your lips A merry sadness slips, A crumbling rock that flies like sand away. On the mountains of your breast A planet lies at rest, And I will travel space not any more. There are gardens in your sight With heaps of apples, bright, And earthly joys; While in your voice I hear the choiring sea. My hands gather eternity. The tiniest granule now could lightly knock me down; Some butterfly might lift me high away; The weakest wind that blows, my body slay. "Free by stoning"----the great new law we see. Soaring high above, Sculpted by the pure soft hand of love, I touch the holy sky when you stone me.