Friday, June 6, 2014

With Stones

With Stones

May we build with stones and not bricks,
Remembering that through each nook
And within each cranny, made by uneven
Edges, the wind blows, flowing freely,
As it has since time's beginning
On the newly formed and divided waters,
That though the lines may be crooked,
Each holds a unique space and place,
Filled by each as only each can, leaving
A vacancy when absent that cannot be filled
By any other piece. There is a value
Such a wall knows, that its finely
Crafted descendants have forgotten
Through the mind numbing conformity
Of molded bricks with all the right angles
Of efficiency, facility, and progress.

~ Rev. Peter T. Atkinson