Sunday, July 26, 2009

The pebble is smooth

The pebble is smooth
Weight in my hand
Worn by the waves
That rocked it
Gently to shore
Holding this pressured
Piece of earth
I am overwhelmed by its beauty
Complete, rounded, solid
Some of the stones break
Beneath my feet,
Fragile slate and dried mud
But you, dear pebble,
Remain outwardly unchanged,
If I have left a mark
It is one I will never see
I have thought of those unknown marks
Finger prints and butterfly wings
Tiny ripples in the ocean
A mark left in ignorance
Is still a mark
Your strength holds me still,
Your simplicity wears and shapes me

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