A Different Stone

A Different Stone ©

One day I walked along the shore
Where I had walked many times before
A stone I saw buried in the sand
So I picked it up and held it in hand
This stone was not like all the rest
The test of time it had stood the best
It was not shinny, smooth or round
This different little stone I'd found
Millions around had been shaped by tides
But my little stone had seven sharp sides
No doubt it had stood both froth and swell
And perhaps it had a story to tell
I studied my find for quite a while
And the story told now brought a smile
The reason it had stood the test
And looked so different than the rest
Was not so easy for me to uncover
Perhaps it was like someone's secret lover
A solitary mind is like my stone
Who speaks to many, but stands alone
Truth from the mouth falling on deaf ear
Truth having to climb on mounts of fear
Just as those of solitary mind
The Creator shaped this stone to find
He placed it in the sand for me
So that every day I might plainly see
That I should not waiver nor should I bend
But that I carry the torch through to the end
So that all people might one day see
That the things I saw were not of me
But that which was hidden deep in my mind
Was created there for all to find

© 2002

Bertram Alexander - July 20, 2002

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