A Story

The stone lay there

where it had always been

grounded, while the edifice reared above it,

proud, unheeding


till the foundations shook,

walls cracked, fissures widened, stones

loosened, hurtled down.


The spirit blew, sought crevices.

It was uncomfortable.


The stone lay there, grounded

where it had always been, unheeded.

It had nowhere to fall.


The rest, scrambled for survival,

felt for a foothold,

tested the one grounded:

It held.


‘The stone the builders rejected

has become the cornerstone’.

1 Peter 2:7