Saturday, March 27, 2010

Paths of Stone

White and red, the path I tread,
Illumined with light from above.
Broken and round, how solid the ground,
Leading me to His love.
As people walk by, their inner eye,
Directed towards His Shrine.
Their souls aflame, their only aim,
Connecting to the Divine.
The stones just before, you walk through that door,
Tell a unique and beautiful story.
Gathered by hands, from Israeli sands,
Their steadfastness rewarded in glory.
Smooth and round, lain on the ground,
By believers filled with grace.
From a distance their unity adds to the beauty,
Of that Holy and Beloved place.
But when there's a storm, they completely transform,
The dross of this world's washed away.
And under the dust, lies hidden a trust,
Of beauty we'll never betray.
Uniquely composed, gems are exposed,
By the flood of His abounding Grace.
This same depth of glory, can be seen in the story,
Of the entire human race.