STONE MOUNTAIN

The stone pours open.

A tube taurus,

a lava upwelling

of light.

Stone Mountain

stands

a beacon of light,

seeping into the ground.

Offering the compassion

of release to old sorrows

long held.

Stone Mountain

dances,

Fecund,

her huge belly

in rhythm with

the pulsing of light

releasing.

Stone Mountain sounds,

a scratchy voice,

long silenced by sorrow

and deaf ears.

She thrums a deep sound

of pleasure,

a higher note of joy.

She hears again

the drum beat

of her sacredness

recognized.

She feels the movement,

the opening,

the flow

of light.

Stone Mountain

once again a

beacon,

A huge ray of light.

Lizette Stiehr

June 1, 2012