We seemed to be the only people
Sitting in this sun filled cathedral of tall trees
The rock warm beneath me
The space whispered of ancient times
Secrets I wish I could hear
I wondered if the stone I held would speak to me
I heard a loud splash, as if a stone
had been thrown into the river
Looking carefully, I could see no one
I took this as my answer
The stone was mine
I held it in my hand like a sacred treasure, a gift
I wonder what secrets
it might whisper to my waiting mind
I might have to wait a while
As I am not good at meditating
If anything comes, I will let you know…
©Anita Dawes
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