After Psalm 122
These stones under my feet
are singing as I walk,
each step a note
each pace a refrain
each stride a psalm.
They sing together,
these stones, they sing
in harmony, the sound
rising upward like a prayer,
the music of the spheres,
the language of heaven.
Photograph by Bastian Ignacio Vega Cani via Unsplash. Used with permission.
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