After Psalm 28:1

To You will I cry, O Lord
My rock, my hidden reservoir,
My aquifer in drought.

You are the worry stone
I clutch in dark times—
My gemstone, my obsidian,

A reflecting pool,
Cool and clear. O Lord,
You are the sedimentary stone

That rests in my palm
And skips across the choppy
Current of my life.

You are my fieldstone,
The boundary at my neighbor’s
Property line, the bridge

Where we shake hands.
Lord, you are the boulder
Time never wears down,

That shades all creatures
And shelters them from the storm.
On your broad surface,

We bathe in sunlight. Lord,
You are the earth’s solid core
And the amorphous rocks

Born of lava’s flow.
O Ancient Cairn, guide my way
In the wilderness.

Eternal Stonehenge,
Encircle me with your love.
To You will I cry,

Megalith that aligns me
With the heavens.
To You do I give thanks,

O Chimney Rock
That bookends the mountains
And leaves space

For my passing through the gap.

This collaborative poem was created by the Psalm Writing Sunday School class at First Mennonite Church of Indianapolis (Priscilla Boschmann, Sarah Burkholder, Marci Major, Jyoti Sarkar, Bob Walson, Iona Wagner, and Chuck Wagner) and edited by Shari Wagner.