Crumble

Crumbled, lichen-covered stone

Centuries old, honoring the dead

I wonder – what paths did their bodies travel

Over the course of the lives they once led?

A quiet reminder that life is fleeting

and the only constant is change

Too many people wait for death to ask themselves

Are there things I can let go of in order to gain?

Our time is precious but too often wasted

We tend to only notice the bird as she flies away

The things that once shined are rusted now

Somehow we feel surprised when night replaces day.

So take time to ponder beside the graves,

waves, or the moss covered tree

and ask – is this life I’m living

a life that is good and true enough for me?

…and if your answer is no,

then allow yourself to grow

like lichen on a stone,

This life is yours alone.