O Ancient Rocks
Metamorphic stones trod by holy feet
How many million years of ancient lava
Within my fingers pass with every heartfelt Ave ?
Yet Gabriel, less ancient still,
Breaks into time with seismic power,to seek a fiat
From a Jewish maiden
Each decade from her Yes.
Stones cold until enfleshed by human hands.
Formed through aeons of thunder,ice and flood
Metamorphed into a path well trod in Medugorje.