The Rock Men

The rock men stand along the sides, the guardians of the road, and we drive on beneath the trees unconscious of their load. They lift the hillside from the earth where deer and rabbits stray; they block the mud from sliding down and covering our way. So should you round the bend sometime and glimpse […]

If These Keep Silent…

. . . I sit silent, cold alone the path you trod–the constant stone that never speaks or feels the prod of human hearts, or sees their nod. So quietly I bear the load the stone of house, or open road. – But here today I feel the thrill of royalty, of ancient will how […]

None Besides

They don’t have our God. And so they quake as with the earth and shudder like the trees while frosted winds assail. They trip and tremble on their way; unknowing and unknown, they cast for solid ground but never find a hold. – Their rock is not our rock. And so the water raving waves […]