Welcome to Wednesday again. Time to take a minute to observe, breathe, and write. This week’s photo is one I took of balancing stones I’ve placed in a front flower bed. I gathered the stones from a labyrinth at Solomon House, our church’s outreach mission. The labyrinth was not being used and there were some maintenance issues, so the board decided to dismantle it. I feel the stones still have spiritual significance, so I stacked them. The literal term is cairn.
For just as each of us has one body with many members, and these members do not all have the same function, so in Christ we, though many, form one body, and each member belongs to all the others. Romans 12:4-5
What are your gifts?
Margaret Simon
How do you balance gifts
and beauty
and time?
Will you ever find peace of mind?
Look to the stones.
Together they form
one
balanced structure.
It’s possible.
Please share a snippet of a poem/ thoughts in the comments. Encourage other writers with comments.
Reflections on the Teche 
Thank you for this photo. The questions work well with a pile of balanced rocks. And, ending on the word “possible” gives such a positive tone.
one, two, three
for, five
each stone,
each time
I place
upon your grave
reminds me
of how far
how long
it is
from you.
Come back
come back to me
in memory.
Linda, such melancholy in your poem. How far, how long…
Morning…keeping up with reading & commenting is hard these days.
1st, that’s “four” not for. ugh. It IS melancholy. I wonder where that came from? Crazy Muse. I love how Chloe took to this prompt with the idea of siblings. ha! And, Karen’s “need to lean.” Carol, we can count on you for beautiful words. That’s so nice.
Margaret, you gave me an idea for my garden. What you created both visually and on paper fills my heart with peace. Thank you for the brief moments of restful existence.
-tranquil union of peaceful existence-
balancing stones
mindfully placed
nature hugs each
©CV, 2022
You and my student Jaden both personified the palm branches hanging over the stones. I love that perspective.
Linda Mitchell-your poem takes me to another place, a gravesite too. What is stored in memory comes through in words as exemplified by your poem. Peace be with you.
Here’s a quick and light-hearted one:
In the middle of this green
sometimes I feel
the need
to lean…
Delightful, Karen!
From Chloe:
Bottom stones aren’t alone
They support their siblings and cant be blown.
Middle stones are Squished together
But they are fine, as long as there’s good weather.
Tiptop stones are highly lifted
Mother thought they were gifted
But with the Bottom, Middle, and Tiptop stones
There is a wonderful masterpiece
Rocks that will forever
Be known.
Chloe, your choice of wording is wonderful, especially the insertion of masterpiece. Keep on writing with inspired thought.
Just catching up with this one – loved it! Jenny
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Lovely poetry!