Waiting? with a stone’s patience

Road seen through a car's window onto a dark road.

Every day is none

Every day is none, out of soul,
and of time to bring hope home,
wind in this heartless land howls,
rain finds no keep, blind in this
place where all roads decay,
every day gone from our grace,
dust the food of eternity, no bed,
no rest, nothing coming, nothing
in the heart but a stone’s patience,
neither companion nor savior
just the relentless presence of
cold, the rocky cradle of memory

(From my notebook.)

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“Troubled road” / photograph by Makarios Tang on Unsplash.com