Stones submerged by winter’s blanket
Covered and cold beneath the grip of frost
If they could but speak of the wishes, the hopes,
Desires and fears uttered here
Frozen in the gossamer of time
Wishes written on the footfalls and on the breezes
Of another moment, another season
Hearts open in the stillness of the walking
The mix of stones and soil, moss and grass under foot
Reverent periods of reflection
Between man and God
Cries heard in the silence beyond the field
Through the frozen prayers
In the ground.
1/4/06 11:00
Written about the prayer labyrinth behind Bow Mills United Methodist Church, covered by two storms of snow. Not all of the stones are covered; but there are no footprints, only a set of snowshoes tracks around the field in which the labyrinth lies when I checked this morning.
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