Close heaven’s door
bolt it tight and this
is a stone. You cannot
plough into it and plant.
You cannot soar, swim,
or dive therein. It is
a stone.
Reject it.
Jacob put one on top
of the other and built
an altar to God.
In the burns he accepted
a stone for a pillow…
and dreams like water—
like Lazarus—came forth.
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