A Stone For The Miller

Walking in the fields in the land of abandoned god's,

The clay clumps at my heels and clings in wet clods,

Staring at the skies with a view to the divine,

Trying to get a feel for what's mine and not mine,

There's a sense of past tense in everything I see,

As if all of it is there but none of it's for me,

Strolling like a pilgrim to an alter I don't know,

Going somewhere, but only aware, that it's somewhere I must go,

Gazing through the haze of the lazy summer sun,

Searching for a phrase but find no words, not one,

Futile and mute I abandon the lexicon,

My heel to the ground the only sound as I press on,

No feeling of the blessed in this quest for peace,

Just the stress of the distressed seeking still release,

Toes grip the loam trying to get some traction,

The memories of home provide some satisfaction,

I journey to the mill to ease my neck of it's stone,

I've carried it for too long, unassisted and alone,

I'll lay it in it's bed and set it back to grinding corn,

For it's unrelenting weight is just too much to be borne,

And when I lay it down I'll give the miller a reverential nod,

And even though I don't believe, I know that I'll thank God.

◄ Hammers and Forges

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Jason Bayliss

Sun 7th Jul 2019 10:14

Thanks Devon, it was one of my favourites too. I was genuinely happy with this one.

J. x

Devon Brock

Sun 7th Jul 2019 10:04

Jason, the mud heavy boots and the weight of the stone dragging you down and down again. Wonderful imagery. But I have to say that personifying "God" as a "Miller" and you as the corn is stunning.
Thanks to KJ for leading me to this.


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Jason Bayliss

Sun 17th Mar 2019 13:11

Thank you all for your kind words, and don't worry Dorothy, I'll lay my stone down and move on, only to collect another at some point I'm sure.

A very wise man once said, "Humans are beasts of burden, carrying our fare share gives us purpose, and purpose in life is more important to us than anything else." Which is why we very often carry others fare share too.

And "Heart," yes we do both have our millstones, and if ever I can help carry yours it would be my pleasure my friend.

J. x

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kJ Walker

Sat 16th Mar 2019 07:45


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Fri 15th Mar 2019 18:09


It is obvious in every careful word - in every careful line - this was written with a very heavy heart.

It would be easy to write token platitudes so I won't insult you with them, but I will say that I have absolutly no doubt that every one on this blog is willing you to stay safe.

take care


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Heart of Lead

Fri 15th Mar 2019 16:47

This is probably my favorite you have ever done. Truly reached me at a time I needed to read this. Such beautiful words and telling a powerful story that I relate to so much. I carry my burden as well. Parallel journeys of burdens to carry. May we both find our rest.

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M.C. Newberry

Fri 15th Mar 2019 16:21

The imaginative use of these words and the scenario they present
offer much to enjoy and ponder.
If the human mind works tirelessly with a will
Then each thought and prayer is grist to its mill

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