The Stone’s Prayer

(Found here)

Father, I praise you

For the wideness of this your earth, and for the sky

Arched forever over me,

For the sharp rain and the scraping wind

That have carved me from the mountain

And made me smooth as a child’s face.

Accept my praise

For my color, a starless night,

That my width is that between the first two stars of evening

Reflected in the water,

That my quartz flashes like lightning

And reflects the glory of your creation,

That you have seen fit

To place me near a stream and thus to contemplate

The passing of time;

For all that is around me I sing your praise,

For the fierce concentration of ants, their laws,

For all that they tell me about you.

Keep me, I pray, whole,

Unlike the terrible dust and pieces of bone

Cast about in the wind’s great breath, unlike men

Who must suffer change,

Their endless footprints deep as graves;

Keep me in truth, in solitude,

Until the day when you will burst into my heavy soul

And I will shout your name.

~Kevin Hart