Touch These Stones
by Alex Barlow
I, broken, without worth
Do lie on tattered ground
I only feel cold darkness,
Hear only hollow sound
For years, I laid alone
Just passing all the hours
Slaving to this world
Weathered by its showers
But then a gentle step
Comes forth towards me at last
And moltens from my side
Sixteen Stones as clear as glass
I see his brow, filled with sweat
And his tired hopeful eyes,
Inquisitive he looks on
And breathes a heavy sigh
He has a goal though I’m not sure
What he hopes or why he’s here
But something in the way he breathes
Shows faith instead of fear
The ground crunches, pieces of me
Are headed to a place
Determination, love and hope
Are written on his face.
We stop and down he kneels
And lays me to the ground
And speaks out loud so humble
Though a soul is not around
He cries about his weakness,
His unworthiness, he drones
But he catches my attention,
“Lord, Touch These Stones!”
Then a light so marvelous!
Beyond the stretch of any sea
Engulfs, warms, and catches
Every single piece of me
Darkness is gone! Away it went!
No more feeling parched and worthless
By a perfect finger, I was lit
Now I have a purpose