Peace Stones
I watch as the last of the stones are being stacked. The little pebbles placed on top to cover the last of the holes between stones. We are all being meticulous in our work. This place is important to each of us. I wait until the last of my helpers finally leave for the evening. I tell them how grateful I am for their work, and I wait for the last of the stragglers to wander home.
Its dusk now. The first shreds of moonlight are falling between the sky and the cool breeze of the ocean at my back brings a chill in the air. I find a place to sit shielded from the wind behind the rocks and reach for my harp. The winds begin to dance with the leaves as darkness finally settles across the sky. I wait for the sounds of the waves to inspire me, for the winds and the waves to start the melody of the song that I will play. I reach for the strings of my harp as the emotions of the day finally build up and begin to match the words in my heart with the sounds of nature that surround me. As I pluck those first few notes an entire song begins in my head.
The moonlight sweeps across my vision as tears well up in my eyes, and I lose track of all except my song. I play with all my emotions filling my song, I sing words that I may never remember and I do all this until I can no longer draw a full breath and the tears no longer run. The waves grow suddenly silent, and the wind throws down its playthings as it seems everything has come to peace.