The Stones Speak
Day dawned dark with news from afar;
Earth, water no longer sacred?
Money won—gods of greed and tar.
Now civil rights mired in hatred.
To my knees I fell, sobs escaped my lips;
Oh, my God! Has sanity been eclipsed?
Darkness gathered and shadows grew.
Hope dimmed, panic began to rise.
My mind raced, whatever can I do?
Darkness comes in golden disguise.
A voice then came through, so clear and so loud:
“Go to the stones and walk among the clouds.”
My grief and I put on our boots
And went out in the cold and snow.
We stood with stones in armored suits
And listened as the wisdom flowed.
“It’s time to wake-up and see the truth here.
None of this matters in five thousand years.”
The stones spoke—ages, wars went by:
Ancient wisdom, patience and trust,
I saw time make the darkness fly.
Peace grew strong, swords crumbled in rust.
“This is a moment in time, a heart beat.
Cry your tears, but don’t forever you weep.”
The peace of snow and ancient times
Enfolded me with grace and calm.
I walked along those Druid lines
And there I found the sweetest balm.
“Wake up and shine and know love is the key.
This world can heal and be one, you will see.”