Stones
Heavy, smooth, egg shaped
the size of an apple
thrust to the temple
Am I my brother’s keeper?
Five water worn stones
from the Jordan River
one for Goliath
four for his four brothers
Then a woman caught in the very act
angry hands, knuckles white
rough and cragged stones
pieces from the temple
piled up in a heap
He said, “Stop!”
Now this stone
rolled over the opening
to keep Him in and us out
on the third day
God rolled the stone away
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