That Sacred Stone

What has become
of the holiness
That sacred stone
The jar of bones

Cast aside
Not out of sight
But out of mind
My head pressed
Up against the breast
Curled up tight
By myself
But not alone

Where has the
Water run?
Jordan has come
Wound its way around
And then gone

What have I left
But this pile of stones?
Not a single tree
But me
I am done.