Like Precious Pearls

Pearls dangle from still fingers
the grass brushed by an ill wind,
paving stones are cracked
as tree roots, fearful to be alone,
rise between mans barriers
the carriers of fortune good and bad.
Brick walls no longer burdened
with entry halls lean in
to hear their crumbling whispers,
children’s feet, bumbling,
rouse those sunken beneath
a tired bodies stiff toes.
The surface light a beacon
of mercy and grace,
eyes rendered blind in birth
now surrendered gaze seeing
at endless worlds
all dangling like precious pearls.