My House…
I live within a shell made of rocks. Each one stands side by side, they sit one on
top of the other, until they are high enough above my head and wide enough for
me to move about within their embrace.
They are a mix match of colors grey, rust, tan, and brown, a quilt made
of natural stone. They feel hard,
strong, solid, heavy, and rugged like sandpaper to the touch…the wolf will
never blow it down. They smell of the earth and taste a bit salty. They are a living substance not always
appreciated for what they are or what they can do. Sometimes when the sun hits them at the right
angle they give off a glow that sparkles like tiny diamonds within showing off
all of their own unique glory.
Is a rock just a lump that sits upon the earth it depends on
how you look at it? If I give it meaning
and purpose it becomes more then a lump upon the ground it becomes part of me
and I of it. It is my shelter my home my
shell, my comfort, my haven. Somewhere in the wild scheme of things, I choose
the rocks and rocks choose me together we give purpose to what we are and
become one like a turtle with its shell upon its back.
…And The Treasures Within
Through the eyes of my stone house, the rays of Gods light stretch
their fingers to touch upon a simple vase covered in chips of glass. I find myself standing in the middle of the
room with a meteor shower of colorful chips dancing upon the walls and ceiling…
prisms of color everywhere. I shiver
with that feeling of Grace that leaves me with the tingle of goose bumps. It feels as if the colors themselves have
seeped inside of me. There are special
treasures within everything and I am glad for the moments that I stop and see
the creation within its perfect timing for in the blink of eye it is gone.
