Stacked stones

Was traveling through small towns

 in Pennsylvania 

 today and slowed down to see this 

collection of giant stacked stones.

It was still light on the way home 

so I stopped to grab a photo.

Always good to be reminded

 and reflect about the stacked stones in my life.

What am I marking?

How is the story of the journey being told?

Will those who come after see the path?
Remember- 
where is my sacred space?
Where are the margins in my life?
Is there space that allows me
 to be in the presence of God?

Lord, in a new week-
let the pages of my week 
not be filled to the edge.
Create space- breath-
for you to move.
 May there be the grace of whitespace. 
Amen.