The Stones of Prayers and Dreams
by Bill Haley
We walked through rain and dripping heather Conscious of the gift of the place, Aware that “together” was our greatest gift. So the weather could not dampen our joy On that Emerald Isle, The place of prayers and dreams. We walked on Though streams became the rocky path, And laughed through soaking shrouds and shoes; You held my hand Not only lovers—forever friends. Ocean to the south, and oceans from above, All became Love, and thanks for this gifted life. As husband and wife we placed the stones of prayers and dreams And left them to gleam in the coming sun Where they remain today Still singing to the One who hears us pray.