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
