Dream Big

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.