The trees reach up too high today,

they tear at the hem of a cloud


A bridal train in tatters

ribbons of a heavenly shroud.


The waves reach not so high today

as to cover up the shore


They leave me room for walking

and I find I’m wanting more...


...more space more room more mind more prayer,

more heart more soul more vision


A growing space inside of me

crying out for a decision



Today I feel the emptiness

where once he stood with me


The Stone whose name is Weariness

forever there will be.



I found it today; the Stone called Weary;

nestled as it was in the sand.


I wept as I carried it, this Stone called Weary;

it marks where I used to stand.