The Rocky Beach
When first birthed
From its mother rock
Each stone was sharp, jagged, unbending.
Now, eons of storms and pounding surf
Have rounded the edges,
Smoothed the surfaces.
Each stone different.
some black, others white -
Speckled ones abound.
Many flat, more round -
Mica glitters from granite globes.
None shaped like its neighbors
All together make the rocky beach -
A rough-hewn edge to the sea
Sparkled by the sun.
May one stone chosen from many
Be a reminder that we are each like this -
Born of the same Source.
Each is unique,
Each is being worn smooth
By the storms of life.
Together, with our various shapes,
Sizes, colors - and our varied gifts-
We return beauty to God's world.
written by Ms. Susan Mixter Blanchard
Heavenly Father, Thank you for yesterday. A day with my kids running around, jumping rocks, skipping rocks, creating rock masterpieces, discovering every rock is unique and bringing more rocks home to clean and display so that we can remember. Innocent moments, blessed memories, please let me always remember. Alleluia. Amen.
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