Other stones from the quarry
built cisterns or synagogues
or reinforced the Roman armory.
I was imperfect, big and heavy.
I only moved twice, once
from the quarry to the grave.
My enormous bulk met my purpose,
rolled into place as a seal
to block thieves and mourners.
I was barely in place
my weight starting to settle
to press into the ground
when I was displaced
pushed from the grave side -
from the inside.
Not a shove, I didn’t feel it,
just one minute here
and then there.
My face to the sunrise
my back to another light.
HAPPY EASTER! May Easter and the Easter season bring you joy and peace.
I love when these poems start conversations. Please, let me hear from you either in the comments, with a heart, or by email (holipoetry@gmail.com).
REMINDER: Our first Sunday of the month spiritual sharing group on the favorite poem of the month will be moved to next Sunday, April 12th , because of Easter.
HAT IN HAND – This summer I will attend the New York Summer Writers Institute. I’m very grateful to a patron who offered to pay my tuition. If you would like to donate to help with room and board, you can do so here: Donation.
