The stone that the builder refused,
Seeking refuge of purpose, justifying reason.
The cornerstone of structure, a cement paste.
Made solid through belief, faith that nothing is in vain.
The cracks and chipped edges smoothed out, made fresh.
The testimonial that throughout change, we remain strong.
Although ruin is soon to fall, the foundation remains.
Direct contact made between eye and hand.
Reaching over something based off appearance.
Sulk covered stone, passed over again.
The same stone provides shelter, protection.
What could justify such action, the coming of regret
Not knowing the perception of purpose.
The stone that the builder refused will be the very one you come running back to in time of need,
As wood often folds and bends.
The hammering of nails and twist of screws cannot change that
Self indulgent contractor
Kewayne Wadley
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