A Rocky Digression



At the heart of us is not flesh or bone or spirit, but stone…smooth and dark and lustrous.

Stubborn granite, shaped and pitted by time and the endless drip of clean water.

Crafted new and strange and wondrous by each passing season, each beginning and ending like an unseen cathedral, different with every dawn.

Something precious lost, something beautiful gained in the endless cascade, day after day, whisper after whisper.

Our hearts…our hearts are stone.



Love is just erosion,

Cutting us into what we are.


1 Comment

  1. Yes.

    Love is the water, saline-rich, mineral-heavy, carving patterns even as it leaves deposits behind to strengthen the thinning walls.

    Yes, precisely.

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