The Stream Swept Stone

Like a stream swept
Stone
You lay waiting for me 
Praying for a hand
To find calm with your 
Curves

For caressed you had
Been
With the flow
Of falling water
And blessed you had
Become
With the will
Of passing waves

Believing beyond hope 
In the pause between
Breaths 
When a heart could find
Hands
And graciously hold
The miracle it knew
To be love from a stone