The Memory of Stone

The Memory of Stone

The memory of water, of cleansing rain
Of gently flowing streams, easing strain
Of sea crashing on rocks, memory keep
Of tears, falling softly, in grief so deep.
 
The memory of air, of the fresh winds
Of freedom released, burden rescinds
Of breezes, gales, and blowing free
Of a lightness of heart, in joy to be.
 
The memory of fire, of warm flame
Of burning out the guilt and shame
Of a winter warming in sun's rays
Of candlelight, of nights and days.
 
The memory of earth, hard and cold
Of ancient burials, of tombs enfold
Of the soil seeded, in depths with life
Of wheat and weeds, struggle, strife.
 
The memory of stone, sacred space
Of water, wine drunk in this place
Of earth, and bread, to take and eat
Of fire, air, spirit, a joy so sweet.