Stones Poem by Richard Betts

I confided in you,
All of my hopes and dreams.
I told you of my nightmares,
And how I would scream.

I confessed to you
Every one of my sins,
And cried how I feared
God would not forgive.

I told you that, for years,
Someone I did not know,
Was pelting my back
With little gray stones.

A close friend passed away,
He just suddenly died.
And you and I, together,
Went to say our last goodbyes.

As you reached your hands
Up to the heavens to pray,
I saw something slip from your grasp
And slowly fall away.

When everyone was gone,
And I was alone,
I found what you dropped,
It was a little gray stone.