A Poem by Mary Hohmann

Used by Permission

The stones of God are settled down
Beneath Love’s heavy weight
They lie below grief’s rushing stream
Interpreted as hate.

When motives of divinity
Choose ways beyond our knowing,
The carnal mind creeps quickly in,
The seeds of mistrust sowing.

The Rock appears as gravel cruel
On which bare feet must tread,
But opened eyes of faith discern
A Boulder there instead.

Embrace the Boulder willingly,
For comfort comes with pain,
And conquer hardship’s stony ground
By seeing loss as gain.