That Sacred Rock
By Lord R.e. Taylor
There is a rock
Nothing special
It sits on a lakeshore
Isolated from most
Except true believers
They are welcome
For prayer or meditation
They sit perfectly still
Silent with their eyes closed
That rock is a place of peace
A place where prayers live
And where time doesn’t matter
Because of that, it is a special place
A rarity on our little blue planet
Created by nature and made sacred by man
© Poem – XXVII/IX/MMXXV
LRET
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