Upon A Stone

on-the-rocks-1192354-640x960Given grace that I couldĀ  rest
my head along this road,
I would not.

Given chance to shed a tear
along this winding journey,
I would not.

Given a moment to ponder
along this meandering path,
I would not.

Given the will to pause
along my way
I would not.

For upon trails end,
I will rest, I will cry,
ponder and live again.

Given grace to question
while I sojurn,
I would ask,
ask of whom?

For in all my steps
not one for me,
each for another,
even one for thee.

In my travels
I have found
there never comes
that time to be

Yet comes a time
before me now
where all such things
that come and go

Cry out to rest, to pause,
to ponder.

So upon a stone
aside a road,
a well traveled path,
my soul does set
eternally waiting

for death’s sunset.

Given

Given grace tsuntreehat I couldĀ  rest

my head along this road,

I would not.

 

Given chance to shed a tear

along this winding journey,

I would not.

 

Given a moment to ponder

along this meandering path,

I would not
.

 

Given the will to pause

along my way

I would not.

 

For upon trails end,

I will rest, I will cry,

ponder and live again.

 

Given grace to question

while I sojurn,

I would ask,

ask of whom?

 

For in all my steps

not one for me,

each for another,

even one for thee.

 

In my travels

I have found

there never comes

that time to be

 

Yet comes a time

before me now

where all such things

that come and go

 

Cry out to rest, to pause,

to ponder.

 

So upon a stone

aside a road,

a well traveled path,

my soul does set

eternally waiting

for death’s sunset.