Michael E. Stone: Grigor’s Name

The monastery is gone,

except for parts

cut out of bedrock.

A cistern,

deep and dark,

raised stone edge,

round mouth,

no cover now.

Crumbling white mosaic,

missing partly,

frames for designs

marked but empty.

Grigor left his name

in coloured stones,

at the cistern’s edge.

Hot, sun burns,

desert spreads below,

all the way to the Jordan

and the road to Jericho,

past Euthymius’ lavra

at the Red Khan.

May 2009, Jerusalem