God of stone, rock, gravel and of shiny crystals,
dancing before us in form and structure billions of years old,
knowing the life of an ancient crustacean kept
between layers of limestone wrapped like a gift.
How can we throw one pebble of our experience away
knowing somewhere someone else will pick it up,
turn it over and, perhaps, skip us across another lake?
Weigh us down. Put a few stones in our pockets,
not so we drown in the waters of life, but so we
feel the weight of things together and apart.
Amen.
A Thread You Follow 