Cadence

Lone dove alighted near a broken stone
left stranded on the barren weathered ground,
to sing the song of clouds that wake alone
in darkened notes remembering no sound.
For cliffs and rocks that magnify all grace
forgot this stone when reaching for the sky,
and stone fell down the valley to embrace
all grayness left behind when twilight dies.
But fire and water whisper under trees,
"be still and hear our voice sing with this dove"
and sweetest cadence lifts the stone, now free,
to tumble through a lifetime filled in love.
And 'twixt the raging mountains, now unheard,
grow fragile violets breathing fragrant words.