Stone

Corporeal things are and have proven to be finite, Be it in expanse or a matter of magnitude, But all of these objects have one trait definite, An aptitude to simply be formed, crafted or valued, All of which are shared by something common as stone. Such a thing with a proven extent Likely does not know its own, But a stone does not know that if meant It could be anywhere or anything, a path or of the foundations of Rome, Artwork, architecture, infrastructure, or something less prominent. Rock long stands the test of time, A trait it seems to have mastered, but one it is met with disdain. Though a human lasts for a similarly short while, we find That through our works - the statues of David, the Sphinx, Of Christ the Redeemer, Great Walls, or theatre halls, And despite the fact that one day these will fall, For eternity, what we do today will link Our visions and cultures to those of other kinds. In short, not all we do has to be in vain, Just as battered stone walls are rediscovered, To be seen and respected once again. But that wall will never last if the mortar holding us stones together Does not last, or never has been. What we need to see is That what we need for eternity, Apparently, Is simply each other.