During our worship service at The Corner, the mic was passed around and members of the congregation spoke of images that came to mind when they heard the phrase, ‘living stones’. This poem is inspired by some of those images.
tumbled and polished, burnished
by living water
by the warm breath of God
stalagmite and stalactite
reaching out to one other –
God and Adam in the Sistine Chapel
skipping over translucent water
fuelled by joy
trailing tails like wedding veils
eager to answer God’s call
rough cut stones
hewn to form a highway
the master builder placing us just so
stones and dust and clay
divine spark-animated –
created and loved by God
And with Jesus as our cornerstone
we’re built into a spiritual house.
We are stones
we are living stones.
– Marianne Musgrove
Living Stones, 1 Peter 2:2-10,
©Mark A Hewitt