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