God’s Stone

I have a stone that my father once gave me,

Flat and strong, it skims above seas,

I have kept it, never looked at it, safe in my palm,

Now that I look at it, I remember the lost calm,

When God made Adam he gave him a rock,

Flat and strong, to skim above all odds,

From hand to hand it has carried this far,

Under oceans and storms it has survived this long,

Hammers struck upon, to change its cause,

Skimmed it has still forever stronger than all,

And now I wait to pass it on,

To a father’s son it shall always carry on till end is found.

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