Stones

How might the stones be alive

In their shape and weight in my hands

As this one, gifted to me by another

Just as the new year begins

How might tossing and retrieving

The intent of her gift

Show me more aliveness of Spirit

In all things, beyond my understanding

And what of the story of the artist

Who sighted and smoothed this rock

Like the ancient sea

Tossing and retrieving the stones;

Loving the earth forever into sand

How can my heart make sand of my stories—

Tossing and retrieving them

Until they live with all other stories

On the beach of forever