Beholding the Stone

All is held in a stone
The shining glistering light
Picked up by a child
Hoping in a dream
Never doubting
Stone kept in treasure boxes
Jewels of the innocent
Found in obscure places
Walked over by Kings
A sign of hope, wealth
and prosperity
Holding the mysteries
Of the ancient times
Where life seem to stop
All around the world
The stone sits still
And fading memory returns
Beholding the beauty
Of truth, justice, and judgment