The Stone

The Stone

©2002 by Bud Lemire

 

Most of us have a stone, we carry with us wherever we go

We find that it gets heavier, when we are feeling low

Sometimes we hardly notice, that it's even there...

...on our good days, but we take it with us everywhere

Sometimes it's so painful, it cuts us to the bone

Other times it won't bother us, it leaves us alone

Sometimes we're so busy, with the stone that we keep

Then there's times we feel its weight, and only want to sleep

You can chip away at it, and chop it into so many bits

Or throw it with a temper tantrum, and see who the stone hits

If you try to unload your stone, onto someone you may know

You'll find the stone is still with you, and the bigger it will grow

You must carry the stone, to wherever it will bring you

And see where the path you're on, will take you to

Sometimes you will see the stone, through someone else's eyes

Finding out the choice of the path we take, will change the stone's size

Sometimes the stone will feel weightless, much to your surprise

These are the time when your spirit, has grown bigger in size

You've taken the stone, and placed it deep within your heart

And happiness embraced you, and the stone was a new start

Seeing beyond and into the stone, for what it doesn't appear to be

Means you've traveled a good road in life, and saw what you could see

If you carry your stone, until your life's journey is complete

Then you will see it as, a gem lying at your feet

Back in 2002 when I wrote this poem, I sent it to my friend

Yazza. She wrote the sequel and e-mailed it to me. Yazza

has since passed away. But she watches over me from

Heaven.