…the miracles

Life rushes over rocks and stones
that have lain at rest too long
constantly wind blown, ever worn and weathered
by times’ ageing practice of slow decay
shaped by waters’ hone
or worn long ages past, by sand
until at last, shaken loose
falling where each falls
time lifts them from the riverbed
of endless possibilities
their hidden secrets no-one knows
deeply layered, a sense of immense time
the far reach of uncounted years
still saved within
contributing to their perfection
these mysteries they form, are never destroyed
each stone in its’ time, its’ secrets will reveal
therein lies a memory unknowingly left behind
like signatures turned in the hand
these are the miracles
that reveal an ancient knowledge
and ignite a spark of life
© Ann Bagnall