Bodhran Clonmacnoise Frets! Henge

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Gratitude For The Stone

As yesterday’s cut is polished away,

the knife never says to the stone,
“You are too rough with me.”
As his edge becomes more keen

and more able to perform

that single act

for which he was made,
only gratitude for the stone
 remains

in the reflection of that blade.

Posted by West in • Poetry
Tags • growth, gratitude,
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