Perspective

The truth endures in geologic time

Where stones, in their inexorable leisure

Form and re-form,

Sifting, vaulting, melting,

Crystalize in metamorphic treasure

And all the impositions on our days

The despotism, lies, and power plays

Are nothing - have no weight

And own no time

And can’t establish anything that stays.

What though their dark impress has pulsed

through generations,

dampening their light?

The voice of truth is not reversed

and so it dawns

on every sight.

These dreams will prove

ephemeral, irrelevant

Our waking rocklike, pure

eternal

Heaven-sent.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 16, 2011