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