by Lee Kiblinger
If I’m just stone uncut and cast Then wash me smooth in day’s dark stream, For stones of grace are hewn to last. My heart of stone will chide so fast, When good and justice, I esteem; Then I’m just stone uncut and cast That takes up arms and cracks the glass, Since law is carved on stones, it seems. But stones of grace are hewn to last. They slay the giant, and pride harass; Defeat the fiend of soul that teems, Though I’m still stone uncut and cast. So pile the stones, recall the past! Carve kingdom gem, to Him redeem. Such stones of grace are hewn to last. In love, the Capstone holds us fast, Thus binding stone in His crossbeam. Though I’m just stone uncut and cast, His stones of grace are hewn to last.
Lee Kiblinger is a wife, mother, literature and composition teacher, and late blooming poet. She lives in Tyler, Texas, and spends her time reading classics, grading essays, laughing with her three teenagers, and enjoying long walks. Her poetry has appeared in Calla Press. You can read more of her poetry at her new blog, www.ripplesoflaughter.com.