The Speaking Stone

The stone did cry out.

    He told them it could

       but no one believed.

         As dead men stay dead,

           so do stones stay quiet,

or so they all said.

A Voice spoke a Word,

    an echo it was

      of the Word spoken

        at the beginning.

          The stones first shaped

            were put in their place

for such a morning.

Quietly waiting

    for its time to speak,

      some heard grinding

        like stone against rock,

         but the angels heard

           death's door crumbling

with "He is Risen!"