Dream Big

Child’s play.

An innocent toss turns to intentional heft.

Land it just so.

Not in, but on.


The smooth, flattened stones go further —

touching, touching, touching…gone.


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.

About wlebolt

Life comes at you fast. I like to catch it and toss it back. Or toss it up to see where it lands. I do my best thinking when I'm moving. And my best writing when I am tapping my foot to a beat no one else hears. Kinesthetic to the core.

Posted on January 14, 2014, in Body, In Action and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. Mary Anne Noland

    Great imagery and analogy.

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