Midst the Stones

 Midst the stones I stand,

      big whitewashed square stones,

         story telling stones,

           laughter and sorrow, 

              the lives once lived, 

                 the last word is said, 

the last deed is done.

Midst the stones I watch

     across the dirt road

       swings going up high

         and coming down low

            with young one shrieking

               lost in child's play, 

the silent ones not seen.

Midst the stones I wonder

     about the things of life,

        beginnings, endings

          and all in between, 

            one like the other

              the last like the first,

all inside God's hands.