A poem 65-years in the making . . . my response to the Armstrong Family anthem. (Thanks to Kathy Cowan and George Drury whose beautiful summer home in Maine I was staying at when the first glimmer of a line appeared!)
Rough Stones
Tis a gift to be broken
tis a gift to be dumb
tis a gift to consent to
whatever else may come
for when we find ourselves
in the cauldron at night
‘twill be for the cooking
of soul into light
When true
complexity is gained
to morph and emerge
we will not be ashamed
to burn, to learn,
will bring us to ground
til by turning, learning
we come right round.
R. Armstrong, 2019