I always check for pebbles as I go about my day
I see the pebbles being heavens messages I want to hear what they say
If I don’t capture pebbles it will come as stones next step
By the time it gets to bricks I often wonder how I missed
I don’t get many rocks no more, worked on checking out what’s in store
By the time it gets to rocks I’d be already counting the cost
For sending warnings and prompts to act, even when I cannot see
God forbid I get a boulder, right bang out of the blue
After all the messages from above I could have known earlier what to do
These are the things where we need to act not the things we cannot change
So I always check for the pebbles now as I know I’m in heavens range
Thank you Father, Son and Holy Ghost for looking out for me
For sending warnings and prompts to act, even when I cannot see
I particularly loved the progression from pebbles to boulders.Delivered with an acute sensitivity and deftness the piece resonates with insight and empathy.
Thank you so much, I wasn’t expecting that.
An exquisite,contemplative,confessional,and faith-centred poem.I enjoyed the freshness and the inter-connectedness of the images.
Wow what lovely words you use, thank you. I am glad you liked it.