Sea Stones

Nature's imagery speaks loudly to us.

Sea Stones

 

Plain little jewels of the sea

Resting easy in my hand

Your velvety roundness

Breathes tranquility in me.

 

Funny this should be,

For you were born in the fires of this sphere,

Ejected rudely with sudden blast

Or chipped from wholeness,

Pressed and wave tossed.

Upheaval transformed you from igneous grit

To this polished state.

 

You do not sparkle or shine

With color bright,

But your creamy grain

Soothes, beautifies your loud world

Where surf and sand collide.

Placed in my palm,

You help me pause,

Remember that time and stormy seas

Might just knock the jaggedness off me.

 

 

Author's Note

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