Stone

Meditations on the Castle at Guimarães

Hard and cold, 

Brought forth from the earth, 

Brittle, abrupt, angular shape

Breaking as it falls

To pieces

Shaped and cut, 

Supporting great form

Soaring great heights, of extreme mass

Stability is

Foundation

Carved and set

Yielding supple forms

Beauty from pick and hammer

Dreams reflected in 

Hardened form

Cracked and worn

Old as earth around

Repurposed, reused, relocated

Transformed into new 

Living on

Eroded

Every mark removed 

Each memorial torn down

Formless and littered

On the ground

Dust we are

To dust we return

Time washes away memory

Love and loss mingle

In grief

Breath and dreams

Used to build and mold

Only to break, waste away

Is life with the stone

Or the stars?

Living Stone

Bright Morning Star

Life is unyielding as the stone

Unreached as the sky

Forlorn?

Living Hope

In the Master's hands

Molded into masterpieces

Becoming living stones

Build upon Another

An eternal home