11-19-2007, 09:50 AM
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God's Wonderous Pink Pebble
I was going to enter this into the personification challenge.. but it's my first time at doing a challenge here... and I felt that after being a member here for so long and not participating in a challenge by now... that i didnt deserve to partake in this one after so much time to take the opportunity to...
so i'll just leave it to whoever chooses to give feedback.... i just think my creativity is dead here.. and i dont think anyone will feel the emotion in it... but i really poured my heart out into this write.. so i can still pray at least someone will feel it....
hopefully..."fingers crossed!"
A stone of the earth... Shaped by the emotion of the tide at the shore of my beach, sometimes raging from the storms inflicted by God's hand..... Other times, as warm as a summer night... Softly pushing me into the sand....
A stone at the end of the sea... Wittness to the thousands of trespassers just passing by. I have never seen myself... But I have been subject to the numerous examinations of those tresspassers... They pick me up... and roll me in thier hands.... going on about my smoothness.. how I blush with pink....
I did not know what pink is....apparently it is a color of sorts... but my knowledge of colors is very small.. for all the other stones around me are the shades of the earth... grey, dirt brown... smoke... how I gained this great difference is beyond me... like all the others stones I was created through the pounding of waters on top of sand... all the many different grains of sand made up in me.... coming from all the life under the raging waters....
I know that I'm radiant.... I get more bothered then all my neighbors around me.... at first I was excited at all the attention.... but after a time I started to wonder why no one ever rescued me from the waters.. and kept me.... so my dependency on the many handlers slowly wained.... till I was lonely for just one more admiring folk. till I dreamed of being kept forever... passed along every generation.... to admire God's wonderful creation...
and the fact that God's creation made me.
till then i can only dream
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~*~suck me into your happyness, your bliss....
let me find myself lost in your spirit~*~
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