The Stone

The stone that felled the Philistine Was just a common river stone, Worn smooth by the waters of the Jordan Over years of being eroded and diminished, Weathering the turbulence of existence With stoic indifference. It was just another rock, Undistinguished by its nature, Until that day it fostered legend, Being useful for the tumult it endured. Remember that the next time You’re feeling old, tired, and useless. You may yet come to be handy In service of some noble endeavor Because of having been so harshly fashioned, And so smoothly polished. "To everything there is a season And a time for every purpose under heaven."