A stone from the shore

<< A stone from the shore
shaped by wind and sea,
irregular,
on the edge of things,
a piece of the earth that is form
and holds light
so fine it creates a song in my heart;

a stone to carry my imagination to distant mountains,

to the seashore’s rhythm,

to one June day of exceptional beauty;

a stone holding promises made and given;

a collected treasure:

going to a place and coming back with a stone:

there is comfort in knowing the light on it,
the light in it,
a rich source of metaphor, image, and story.

How natural to take home a stone to hold and long to know, to sense
the ongoing story
that is without ending:

a silent wish for continuity;

a sense of life that is in every touch.

If we keep silent
stones that shout aloud
will also sing for joy.
~Whispers of Light, Joy Meade >>

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