Roll Away the Stone

On this quiet Easter morning, I’m sharing a poem shaped from small conversations and long-held echoes — a few stones rolled aside to let a little light through.

This poem grew from poetic anecdotes I first shared as comments on fellow bloggers’ posts. In stanza order, they are:

1. Violet: The Long View | Thru Violet’s Lentz
2. David: Lockjaw, or: A rengay – The Skeptic’s Kaddish 🇮🇱
3. Violet: A New Day | Thru Violet’s Lentz
4. David: In the Navy, or: A passage problem – The Skeptic’s Kaddish
5. Beth: lights shining. | I didn’t have my glasses on….

Roll Away the Stone

History is horrific;
life today is tragic;
the future wears yesterday’s fabric.

Bad seeds
produce sour feeds;
poet’s quill bleeds
and mortally needs
a chalice of mead.

Sometimes a new day
begins before tomorrow,
and sometimes tomorrow
just colours you in.

With red sand between my toes,
I would walk on water
to save the world’s woes.

Look beyond the desert
that divides our bones.
May the Light illuminate all pathways
that eventually intertwine
on sacred stones.




 

Ivor Steven ©  April 2026