Like a pebble in the creek bed
Rolling, moving, flowing
Busy, breaking down
Pieces here, pieces there
Calm waters approaching
Finding a spot to fall
To rest, to become
Cool waters flow
Life surrounds
At last, home
~Gregory
The Pebble
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Cool.
It makes me think of Roger White and his book “The Witness of Pebbles”. To quote randomly from it:
‘Tis not the mate by whom we’re soured
But love itself which proves us coward
To tame the fear’s to tame the fire,
‘Tis fear of love of which we tire.
Have done, good folks, with suffering,
Brave choice secures diviner thing.
Love won by courage shall endure
For love, methinks, is love’s own cure.
Rejoice, rejoice in love!