Sunday, March 16, 2014

The rock, the stone, the pebble

He searched for the rock, everywhere,
the stabilizer, the foundation, the assured
platform on which to stand and not shake
or shift or waver.

He looked everywhere for the stone,
the talisman he could palm or pocket
or hold to umbrella the rain
and melt the snow.

He looked everywhere for the pebble,
the rounded hardness hidden in the sole
of a shoe or the creviced floor, the pebble
to protect, first, and then empower,

He found them all and he found more
of them, rocks, stones, pebbles
of varying sizes and colors, and they
worked as expected and they didn’t
work as expected because he had looked
in all the wrong places.

Photograph by Petr Kratochvil via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.


Anonymous said...

rocks and stones
can break my bones
but names
are very curious

a pebble
makes a lousy umbrella
and in a shoe
makes walking toturous

Martha Jane Orlando said...

"Looked in all the wrong places." I love this ending, Glynn; so many times we think we know the answers, think we've found them, but we are not on the right track. This reminds me of my life before Jesus came into it.

Laurie Kolp said...

So powerful, Glynn!