The Stones Would Shout

After Jesus had said this, he went on ahead, going up to Jerusalem.
When he had come near Bethphage and Bethany, at the place called the Mount of Olives, he sent two of the disciples, saying, “Go into the village ahead of you, and as you enter it you will find tied there a colt that has never been ridden. Untie it and bring it here. If anyone asks you, ‘Why are you untying it?’ just say this, ‘The Lord needs it.'” So those who were sent departed and found it as he had told them. As they were untying the colt, its owners asked them, “Why are you untying the colt?” They said, “The Lord needs it.” Then they brought it to Jesus; and after throwing their cloaks on the colt, they set Jesus on it. As he rode along, people kept spreading their cloaks on the road. As he was now approaching the path down from the Mount of Olives, the whole multitude of the disciples began to praise God joyfully with a loud voice for all the deeds of power that they had seen, saying, “Blessed is the king who comes in the name of the Lord! Peace in heaven, and glory in the highest heaven!” Some of the Pharisees in the crowd said to him, “Teacher, order your disciples to stop.” He answered, “I tell you, if these were silent, the stones would shout out.” Luke 19:28-40 


Crying Stones

You might think this empty silence
some days we are singing to the clouds
other days we are crying like small children
and some we are purring like little kittens.

Walking on us you feel but our sharp edges
casting us from you fields you know weight
riding over us in the night you are stabilized
we watch you and wonder if you know.

We too rely on the goodness of the Divine
aching to be more than weighty obstacles
knowing we are more than dirty rubble
more than crowns and kindoms that fall.

We hold up and under gird your life
we filter the waves and wash your clothes
we shelter you from the wind and burning sun
and will cry out again if you remain silent.