The Rocky Beach by Susan Mister Blanchard

When first birthed

From its mother rock

Each stone was sharp, jagged, unbending.

Now, eons of storms and pounding surf

Have rounded the edges,

Smoothed the surfaces.

Each stone different.

Some black, others white – 

Speckled ones abound.

Many flat, more round – 

Mica glitters from granite globes.

None shaped like its neighbor.

All together make the rocky beach – 

A rough-hewn edge to the sea

Sparkled by the sun.

May one stone chosen from many

Be a reminder that we are each like this – 

Born of the same Source.

Each is unique,

Each is being worn smooth

By the storms of life.

Together, with our various shapes,

Sizes, colors – and our varied gifts – 

We return beauty to God’s world.

—- Opening poem chosen and read by Bonnie L.

Although I didn’t see rocks on my walk I did marvel at the cypress roots and how different they all are yet – they are all born of the same Source.

— Photos and reflection by Bonnie L.