July 4, 1911
The Cornerstone: Gordy’s Poem
Written for My Father after His Death
"Then what is the meaning of that which is written:
The stone the builders rejected has become the cornerstone?”
Beneath the birding sky, cold-blue and safe,
bricks laid one to another, timeless bond and true,
by hands long learned and destined to this trade:
a world of walls and beauty, shelters made.
Unlost, unvanished, close beneath blue skies,
and yet somewhere a’wandered, biding still,
he built a hearth within our hearts held strong
in patterns made of mortar, brick, and song.
© Ramey Channell