Skipping Stones
The little ones stand on the river bed
Bored, with the beauty of silence
Looking for excitement and adventure
They discovered stones, and the fun of violence
As the water rushed to the ocean
In a smooth, steady, rhythmical sound
The stones broke the surface
Where peace was taken, and annoyance was found
As the rocks got bigger and came faster
The river began to ROAR at the offenders
She forgot they were just children
Without the wisdom that violence hinders
....the flow of LOVE...
Drenched with overflow of water
The children dashed away in great fear
The river, eventually, silenced itself
And wondered if the violators would reappear
She couldn't explain it, but unrest surfaced
No more could she rest in her continual flow
She became guarded and edgy
Pushing with too much force, wanting to know
Something, anything, could happen again
And she would be disturbed in her rest
By stupid little children, without reason
Having a contest on who could pop her the best
....right in the heart...
Wait, the river began to see people, afar off
But never drawing near to her bank
She knew she was still the river
But what had her attack....
...yes, no way around it...
she attacked....what else could they think
The river drew back her waters in shame
And her bed became exposed and dry
She was just about to give up
When LOVE came to her bank to cry
LOVE said, "Unrest has troubled you
And taken the peace from your heart
There will always be little ones
Who don't know where you end and where you start
It is not enough to flow in freedom
Toward your ever giving source
You must endure all things with all people
And never show your natural force
....propagating LOVE, not fear."
Written by Trudy Schrader on 08-13-2018
Copyright © Trudy Schrader | Year Posted 2018
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