The stones in our life
at this juncture
are more etheric than these

— These with their mute weight
and satisfying surfaces,
heavy to the arms and hands,
the better to sink into the plumb line,
to sit into their place,
to embody, in their standing,
such unexpected grace

May we have equal clarity
to balance purpose and timing,
progress and patience,
transition and that which stays the same

May our monument
stand in time just like these —
curves of sun and shadow,
transcendent peace.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 20, 2016