What stone knows
patiently sitting beneath
the world,
waiting for someone to answer
its cry.

How stone feels being chipped away,
separated by time.

Subatomic wails of unimaginable love, stoning me against
an iron wall.

Pieces of treasures no one can see.
All glinting for the silence of God.

Continents of song crying from a rough place.

Who would have thought how stone could sing?