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| Photo by Marshall Neilson |
I wrote this ten years ago and I try to remember to post it each August. The prayer was inspired by this photo taken by a friend who’s now with the Lord…
This summer, Lord, I pray I’ll find
just one gray speckled egg rock
– and one will be enough, Lord,
one will be enough…
– and one will be enough, Lord,
one will be enough…
I pray its smooth, cool surface bless my palms
some warm and sunny day
while my fingers weigh the story of how it came to be:
this mystery of confetti now embedded
in a stone rolled smooth by shifting tides
and polished on a sandy beach…
while my fingers weigh the story of how it came to be:
this mystery of confetti now embedded
in a stone rolled smooth by shifting tides
and polished on a sandy beach…
I pray my eyes and heart will open wide in awe
that such a gift should wash ashore
and land, by grace, by my bare feet…
I pray I’ll wonder, as a child does,
how such treasure could be mine
to hold… to own… to prize…
upon a shelf of summer’s memories
in my soul…
I pray for just a day to hunt for rocks and shells
and sea glass frosted by the briny foam:
all jewels and gemstones strewn
by your own hand…
This summer, Lord, I pray I’ll find
just one gray speckled egg rock
– and one will be enough, Lord,
just one will be enough…
