The Blazing Stone

At first, I found writing for my uncle a bit challenging as I was never that crazy about him and he has always and still is a force to be reckoned with, although there is still respect between us. I had to think long and hard about how I would be able to create something decent for someone who was never my favorite person, but the fact that he is hurting now helped me in deciding to do a ‘story’ styled poem that would describe his strong character by referring to related concepts. As I began to write, I actually got into it, so here goes:

The Blazing Stone

Zealous roads we tread, lasting long, leading to Nowhere

Until we reached the land of Together

A stretch of land where flowers grew and clean was the air

I looked out of our kitchen window and noticed a blazing stone

The smokescreen from it formed words saying,

“Through it all, you will never be alone.”

Our white picket fence stood in rich soil which plentifully produced fruit

From our labor together – yet alone

In a busy city swarming with blue ties, white shirts, and black suits

…and the flame grew, blazing still

You saw it too

It gave us both chills…

While prejudice flew like bees in summer, we still stayed with the times

Despite all that came against us together – with them

It was an era when harsh truths were designed

Fighting for our rights was a daily and long-drawn game

That we won together – with many

Who lived and died for the cause until we overcame

This struggle was done, so we looked to check our flame again

There was no blaze but the smokescreen read,

“It is not over – next time hold hands.”

Many happy years went by but with a few ups and downs

That didn’t really matter because

We were together, and you were always around

But we were content with life as it was despite a very hard past

Living for ourselves – together

Must be the way to make it last

But seemingly all of a sudden our world began to change

The downs grew much larger

And the ups began to wane

The day that pain and heartache came knocking on our door

I saw our flame rise much higher

Than it ever had been before

“Take her hand now!” It said, just as you drifted away

How will I make it now?”

This was all that I could say.

I ran to the blazing stone in search of an answer in truth

No smokescreen to read, but a voice said,

“Remember the days of your youth!…

This flame will blaze continually, as a monumental fire

you are not alone for there is one who will care until you retire

I will still stand high and shine, you can run to me and stand…

being sure of your destination leading to the Land of Together again!”



8 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. ckisler
    Jul 20, 2013 @ 23:01:17

    WOW! Run to the Blazing Stone…hold on, hold fast. Love it all even though it makes me want to know the back story…perhaps that is one purpose met.


    • Charlene Woodley
      Jul 21, 2013 @ 07:31:02

      Hold on and hold fast – exactly! I hope that my uncle can hold on but I know that this is really hard for him. After 57 years together and what they have gone through I’m sure that it looks impossible to him right now, but hopefully he will bounce back. Thanks!


  2. Kim
    Jul 20, 2013 @ 23:03:12

    Marrying it with other related concepts has worked well here. Melds the character of the man with historical events. Is the Blazing Stone the Voice of God or Holy Spirit or something else entirely?


    • Charlene Woodley
      Jul 21, 2013 @ 07:27:37

      I thought about the voice being from God, (my imagination went to Moses and the burning bush), but I figured that the voice could also be the inner man’s faith speaking to him in order to find the strength within to carry on through the tribulations of his past, present, and future. I guess it is a bit of all of the above.


  3. Christy Birmingham
    Jul 21, 2013 @ 01:05:43

    This was a great format for you to use to delve into your feelings for your uncle. Here is my favorite line: ‘While prejudice flew like bees in summer’ – really like the sound of that!


  4. alittlebirdtweets
    Jul 31, 2013 @ 23:46:22

    A wonderfully powerful poem Charlene, and very visual too. Well done 🙂


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