Places That Will Be Saved by William Stafford Lyrics

Sacred for what's not yet done
a little rock rolls down
maybe by a road in the woods.
I watch for them - something is
a little strange, but nothing
happens but waiting, and then
this one event: I stand there, breathing.
Sometimes a touch of wind
passes ahead of time
when the rock rolls down.
The world and I go on.

Sometime the truth will come.