Water for Stones

Union with God
A motor that sputters and spurts
And sometimes won't start at all
What is singing a song?
What is junk metal with a thin layer of pyrite?

Words are stones
Our mouths purge them
And are left empty.
Our power is stripped away.

But here is God.
He hears the silence and answers it.
He fills it and calls through it
And slaughters all mundaneness.

Come, he whispers.
Come to a place where your planet kisses Heaven
Come to where all creatures are fierce
Come to a place where clouds mingle with pine
Come to the place where mountains have lungs
And where water carves stone.

Stone was carved by water when I went.

My feet got dirty
And my bones got wet
But that is better than dry stifling heat.
The earth exhaled and I inhaled.

God says, Come, celebrate this union.
And I came.

I scaled peaks I couldn't climb
I conquered feats I couldn't imagine.
I gazed on things I couldn't picture.
I became part of a place.

But oceans are vast
And dipping my toe in isn't enough
The tallest mountains are not tall.
My love for God is only a sprout
That is being fed both water and poison.

But it is alive.
It is not a stone.


God bless.