Mama and Dad, you will recognize this. ❤
Just as a little, round rock is thrown
into the cold water
in the forest, the good, fruitful forest,
you were once created
on that chosen day
by man and woman, through God.
As the little rock falls and sinks
deep down, into the black depth
you, one day, join the rocks forever, in death.
So what the next pair sees, that pair of curious, innocent, unveiled eyes,
are the ripples, the lean, long, smooth, growing ripples
that the rock once, during its silent fall, created on the water, the cold, cold water.
What your neighbor feels, feels deep down within,
is what you leave behind
after you’ve gone, sunk,
into the grave, into the earth.
What you’ve imprinted
into the surface of this soft earth
this hot, moldable piece of clay
is what we see,
those who never met you
never have, never will
but know you
deep down within
in your deeds, your good, good deeds.