That Stone

That Stone 

If I'm seen as insignificant in a place here

Taken for granted here I long for care

Where I'm forgotten even buried in a world 

When pressured to remain even to withhold 

Joyfully elements when pressed exquisitely 

I will appear in all firmness, of varied beauty

In foundations of buildings, sculptures, monuments

I am under your feet a vast array of elements

I am everywhere as you, even as you will return 

Scratched by the fingers of time to my own

Not before I'm given value by expectant hearts

Adorn thrones, even diadems of earthly monarchs 

Stand tall to wonder by daring hearts as mountains

A place in time spent so brief as all must soon be leaving

Not even I am permanent though I may appear to be

To dust I'll return like all then to be finally free

I'll be placed on fingers and then to another place 

Where the sands of my existence pour into a space

Here most welcomed as the headstone every day

Once rejected, now to roll every other stone away