House of Stone
Stone on stone, in ancient time, candles bright
Burning tallow gives forth warm golden light
But one stone is rejected, cast out, it was unfit
Yet this is the key, lost stone they did not admit.
Stone at sunset, a sacred place, lay down to rest
Sleep bringing visions, imperfect fragments attest
Facing the demons of the dark side of self, depict
In waking, of inner struggles, resolution of conflict.
Stone of remembrance, memorial, of dedication
Pour wine and olive oil, here is the consecration
Of place, for victory and loss, hope and despair
Life shining with hope, for now an end to fear.
Stone so weathered, rounded, untouched by chisel,
Remaining of the earth still, for here is no denial
Of their source, and from earth may be returned
Here is origin, sacred, but not worship discerned.
Stone enclosures, dry stone walls, to hold in sheep
Boundary for lands, fortify towns, and safety keep
Castles of stone, fine houses, mansions far and wide
Stone of witness, place of law, justice does not hide.
Stone cut by hands, worked by masons, formation
Of shapes, making illusions, worship abominations
Images of gods made by hand, cannot see or hear
Cannot eat or smell, but demand sacrifice of fear.
Stone as cold and hard of heart, unforgiving, cruel
A people of stone, of gods of stone, need renewal
In warm heart and mind, compassion reaching out
Discarding stone tablets, of human hearts breakout.
Stone change, hearts soften, rock falls apart to sand
And pleading comes the outstretched hungry hand
Asking not for stone to eat, but instead for bread
Here is the key, humanity in living stone instead.
Stone on stone, in ancient time, candles bright
Burning tallow gives forth warm golden light
But one stone is rejected, cast out, it was unfit
Yet this is the key, lost stone they did not admit.
Stone at sunset, a sacred place, lay down to rest
Sleep bringing visions, imperfect fragments attest
Facing the demons of the dark side of self, depict
In waking, of inner struggles, resolution of conflict.
Stone of remembrance, memorial, of dedication
Pour wine and olive oil, here is the consecration
Of place, for victory and loss, hope and despair
Life shining with hope, for now an end to fear.
Stone so weathered, rounded, untouched by chisel,
Remaining of the earth still, for here is no denial
Of their source, and from earth may be returned
Here is origin, sacred, but not worship discerned.
Stone enclosures, dry stone walls, to hold in sheep
Boundary for lands, fortify towns, and safety keep
Castles of stone, fine houses, mansions far and wide
Stone of witness, place of law, justice does not hide.
Stone cut by hands, worked by masons, formation
Of shapes, making illusions, worship abominations
Images of gods made by hand, cannot see or hear
Cannot eat or smell, but demand sacrifice of fear.
Stone as cold and hard of heart, unforgiving, cruel
A people of stone, of gods of stone, need renewal
In warm heart and mind, compassion reaching out
Discarding stone tablets, of human hearts breakout.
Stone change, hearts soften, rock falls apart to sand
And pleading comes the outstretched hungry hand
Asking not for stone to eat, but instead for bread
Here is the key, humanity in living stone instead.
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