Tracking my years
like water on stone,
drip.. drip.. drip..
the hardest places
dissolve to sand
as stone opens
to the light beyond.
Reading of “Water on Stone” with music by Frank Zappa
Tracking my years
like water on stone,
drip.. drip.. drip..
the hardest places
dissolve to sand
as stone opens
to the light beyond.
Reading of “Water on Stone” with music by Frank Zappa
Don, good images in a simple reflection.
I appreciate this description of the softening heart and soul that can take place over the years.
Short and sweet. I see my own life’s journey in your words.
Yes, the dripping is ongoing. Yet it seems only by Grace am I allowed to see and surrender.
Hard hearted Hanna
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