Old Homestead

The old home sinks slowly
into the ancient Dakota soil.
Year after year it lowers itself,
year after year it shifts downward,
till it looks like a face with clear eyes
holding an inner wisdom
unknown to those who observe the descent.

Year after year
the house sinks slowly,
while the rocks and stones
ascend as though overdue,
these unmoving, solid
stationary minerals
rising to declare their presence.

About Mary Herbert

I am a gentle listener, a woman of few words. My journey through life has been a spiritual one, as well as a physical one. My daughter, Katie, and I thought it would be interesting to combine some of our giftings/talents in a blog and see what happens. Let us know what you think!

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