Promise Of A Stone
Every promise made,
Every word given,
Every handshake passed,
Every nod gifted
Leaves a stone of hope
In the heart of the one
That is betrothed the stone
Of honest promise and open faith
In which someday that stone
Will be planted, watered, and fulfilled,
Allowing a new bloom of binding to unfurl
A new vine of binding between two souls.
For what is it to be if a stone is given
And not turned by the upkept word
Of honest integrity and steadfast respect,
By the one that hands the shake, or the nod?
Does the stone lay heavy in the played heart,
Or does it crack prematurely with broken sorrow?
Perhaps the weighted darkness
Suffocates the fragile shoots,
Or breaks the pods and shells
Of all unmade future promises.
No matter how long it takes,
No matter the distances reached,
No matter the appreciation,
No matter the acknowledgement
It should not leave:
No stone left unturned,
And should refrain from:
No promise left intact.
Simple words, heavy hearts,
Simple gift, heavy meaning,
No stone left unturned,
No promise left intact.