Virtues in Short Verse #1: "Broken Stones on Crooked Roads"

 by Brian G. Daigle

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"Broken Stones on Crooked Roads"
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Broken stones on crooked roads
Under feet with calloused toes,
Hold up brittle body and bones.
Inside sits a heart of gold;
Atop, a cathedral of stone.

No pot hole swallows.
No stumble thwarts.
No ache inhibits the journeyman.
Neither do storms rattle transcendent faith.

Clear skies do smother
A memory full of “It will be well,”
Engulfing a sun to orient eyes blazed.

Lively songs in chorus round
Companions ragged but true.

“Rage or Sing,” the Muse once offered your plot.