The Rock (Eternity's Pulse)

Margaret V.Doran

The heartbeat of the rock which unmovingly stood
in the center of the garden that I could
hear both night and day
while working and at play

Through my feet and to my ear
climbing bones; each one could hear
the compelling, endless thrumming
of the rock like bases strumming

Calling my feet to home, to earth
calling me gently back in mirth;
the heartbeat of the rock which unmovingly stood
knowing I would die but it never would

And I came to love that rock which stood
reminding me of all that's good
for the goodness will remain when evil dies,
gone forever all its pain and all its lies

And on the earth the rocks which stand
midst all the seas of shifting sand
will continue to strum the heartbeat
through all the ages of cold and heat

Echoing the pulse of the earth
resonance that forever, since its birth
has gently called to those who understand
that the living and the dying have all been planned

So from the earth we're born
and if its burdens we have carefully borne
than the heartbeat of the rock which unmovingly stood
will call us back unto the earth just like it should

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Updated July 1, 1999
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