Child’s play.
An innocent toss turns to intentional heft.
Land it just so.
Not in, but on.
Along.
The smooth, flattened stones go further —
touching, touching, touching…gone.
one…two…three..four.five.
Five! I got five!
I can do better,
Hand me another.
Where? Where are the better stones?
Which? Which are the best stones?
Weight. Trajectory. Angle.
Calculations are for the cautious.
I am armed.
My heart pounds,
My head whirs,
My breath grows short.
…….
Loving God, help me to throw pebbles of love into the still waters of the world.