“The Very Stones Will Cry Out”
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Contemplative are agates, geodes too,
And also quartz within them. All are filled
With meditation colored with the blue
Of crystals in their hearts or inner frilled
With amethyst of glow-shone purple when
Reflection opens up, when light reveals.
The mines of southern Africa have men
Who dig to show the darkness there conceals
The fruits of contemplation, shining stones
Of white and yellow, revelation’s beams.
All rocks in mystic fact derive from zones
Of contemplation, prophecy’s own dreams.
The mindful minerals do not cry out.
Yet then again the agates never doubt.
~ Phillip Whidden