Burnished Stones
by Jana Peterson Pawlowski
Herriman, Utah, USA

If I could write a sonnet
to help thee gather me in;
it would embrace the
noblest words—etched in fine detail—
upon some passing stone.

And beauty unspoken
Would grace the bareness
there—until Thou chose
to fill me, Lord, and
burn to life the barren stone.

His Gathering by Angela Johnson