Don't Throw Rocks, Stack Them Instead

Only that day dawns to which we are awake. - Thoreau

swirling, curling and hurling

dark clouds gathered

lightning flashed, waves crashed

rain fell

winds blew

the tree bent and some branches broke

from out of the whirlwind a voice bespoke

there's a house

seems like it's been there forever

we all know it

we pass by it everyday

it's not shiny and new

but it's built upon rock

what could be

what should be

what would be

what is

what was

what will be

with the storm gone and homeless, now the blind man does see

Author's Note

" A hard, insensible man whom we liken to a rock is indeed much harder than a rock. From hard, coarse, insensible men with whom I have no sympathy, I go to commune with the rock, whose hearts are comparatively soft." - Thoreau