The forgiven heart turned
from cold stone to flesh
is the heart that finds
hearts among stones.
The forgiven is he who can see
hearts in the gravel.
I will take out your stony, stubborn heart and give you a tender, responsive heart.
(Ezekiel 36:26)
(Photo: friend’s collection of heart-shaped rocks)
For Thomas Turner’s poetry prompt at The High Calling.
Lovely, Monica.
Kathleen would love all these heart stones. She collects them, not just literally but metaphorically.
Living stones. Foundation rocks. Stones of remembrance. The stones that cry out. We are all these things. Good one, Monica.
Great juxtaposition of the picture with the poem. What a neat idea, to collect rocks of one shape.
Nothing like forgiveness for both…
i like it
thanks.
So glad Nancy sent me the link – I’ve been off line for a bit, resting. This made me smile and take a deep, restoring breath.