Rocks

"When he came near the place where the road goes down the Mount of Olives, the whole crowd of disciples began joyfully to praise God in loud voices for all the miracles they had seen: 

 'Blessed is the king who comes in the name of the Lord!

      'Peace in heaven and glory in the highest!'

 Some of the Pharisees in the crowd said to Jesus, 'Teacher, rebuke your disciples!'

 'I tell you,' he replied, 'if they keep quiet, the stones will cry out'"

Luke 19:37-40

We walk a dust filled road.

With each step -

a stone, 

a briar

a cloud of dust

a dust which clouds our vision from seeing

what is behind.

But there is no sight beyond this cloud of dust.

There is no sight besides

A stone, 

A briar,

A cloud of dust.

So I kick the dust 

and through the large cloud lose my path

And somehow in this disgruntled journey

I find myself at the start 

recalling the journey that I have once walked through

recalling and seeing the stains of blood

the pools of tears

and the stones

the briars

 the cloud of dust.

And as I prepare to throw my hands up in defeat

the stones cry out.

And my head jerks up

and through the dust I see those stones

gathered into an alter

which brings my eyes upward 

And I remember the God that moved me to pile those stones

into an alter

to bring my eyes upward

So I fall to my knees

among briars

among stones

in a cloud of dust

and realize I've just found redemption.