Joy In A Stone
For Elijah T
Surely it cried out then,
when the ponderous weight of it
was pushed by some angelic hand,
and mysteriously rolled away.
Surely the stone was singing then–
perhaps in rapture —
it no longer covered
His sarcophagus. It had been
first witness to death’s collapse. The stone
saw the grave give up it’s relentless
gravity; the grave had power no longer
to return to dust the children of men.
The Son of Man spoke this truth:
When man’s stark silence is stubborn,
the stones must speak His praise.
So in that moment, the yearning
of all creation echoes in
that stone’s shout of — Hosanna!
until Apocalypse, until
after the rocks have all fallen.
But when every broken boulder is gone
and every tomb is empty —
then we shall hear again the joy of stones.