The Stone With the New Name

The Stone With the New Name

Katelyn Jane Dixon

(Revelation 2:17)

It may feel like nothing
But I tell you, it is everything—this
Slow-bearing seed of your becoming.

The way the rain says ‘now’ or ‘not yet’ or ‘wait a little longer’
How the sun comes with time,
Just in time.

How the breeze is never too harsh or too gentle
And the earth has been waiting for you to simply die to what was
So her aliveness can teach you what is.

If you listen, you will hear angels
In the rose garden, singing softly
The syllables of your new name—a deep-seeded mystery.

Buried since the dawn of time, unearthed now;
A stone, pure and white—covered in blooms,
Radiant with light. Strange and new;
How it becomes you.

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Katelyn Dixon
Poet & Writer

Photography by Nikita Tikhomirov