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.

…….ripple-effect

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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