As ships of stone, the circle will be squared
Incarnate, rocks thrown down, blood spared
One day, as a thousand years sailing on wind
A corner stone, love kindles what time sends
Upon desert sands, human monuments remain
The circumference of God eternally maintains
Falling stars and heaven, a level of all to come
One rock upon the other, hypothetical tongues
Out of Egypt, the slavery of tribes and of kings
No gratitude remains, what hopelessness brings
A harvest moon of red, a sign of Christ to come
Civilizations know not hours, wisdom’s crumbs
Hypocrisy brewing in wind, a Mother’s drought
Barren minds with scepters, nations with doubts
Upon the root of measurement, humankind stands
Foundations of mystery, what eternity understands
As tombs of terra they stand, planted under heaven
What bread is to the body, only a universe leavens
Mystery is not founded in what heart’s will desire
Only in trials will we conceive what God inspired
“At the gate of our enemies, there is a door of rock.
It opens one heart to another, compassion it knocks.
Steadfast the wind that follows where God leads. It
will direct Earth’s children, casting Earth’s seeds.
In the shelter of our hands, God will be our wind.
Building bridges to heaven, to begin in Him again.”
Kathy Paysen 2013