My Prayer

In a grove, where shadows play,
I stack the stones, each day.
A prayer in each, a wish sincere,
For those who’ve touched my life so dear.

Some came like whispers on the breeze,
Leaving footprints in my soul.
Their paths entwined with mine for a while,
They left me with a tender smile.

Not all are meant to stay, you see,
But memories they give to me.
In stacked stones, their stories lie,
In my heart, they never die.

For friends who walked, but could not stay,
In these stones, my hopes I lay.
May they find peace, love, and light,
In every dawn, in every night.

For some leave more than footprints clear,
They etch their presence, ever near.
In these prayers, my heart extends,
To those who’ve been my cherished friends.

So, here I stand, with stones in hand,
Building cairns upon the sand.
For those who’ve left their mark on me,
Their memories will always be.

This poem captures my personal reflections on the symbolic act of stacking stones as a form of prayer and remembrance for those who’ve profoundly touched my life. Each stone I place holds a heartfelt wish or hope for these cherished individuals. It reflects on how some people leave lasting impressions, more than just temporary footprints, creating memories that I carry with me always. Through this act, I express my desire for peace and light for friends who have moved on, with the stacked stones serving as a tangible representation of these enduring connections and heartfelt prayers.