Drawing closer to the stones
Culture has divided and built
Each one adding a block
Embroidered on history's quilt
Every time I come to view
The layers thin and blur
My memory garbled and worn
Nothing of life remains pure
How can one build without truth
On ground that moves and sways
Shifting dirt from Mother Earth
While waters flood and nothing stays
Why come to a wall...constant, safe
Wondering if experience is solid
At the end of the day, when one must weigh
All reduced to man's growing knowledge
Knowing is not enough, to breathe
Connection alone remains
All will fail or succeed
In the REVELATION man gains
...we get to choose
Written by Trudy Schrader on 03-01-2022
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