The wisdom goes, a time to scatter stones,
a time to gather stones together
This time, a time to place stones
in a straight line, end to end
rows of stones, silent
witnesses to prayers
murmured, breathed between them
Round, smooth, sharp, squared
framing the space, holy ground
ancient stone, living vessel
a safe place to walk in prayer
August 4, 2009
Ecclesiastes 3:5
building prayer labyrinth
in our yard
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