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This summer, Lord, I pray I'll find
just one gray speckled egg rock
- and one will be enough, Lord,
one will be enough...
I pray its smooth, cool surface
will bless my palms on a warm and sunny day
while my fingers weigh the mystery 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 at my bare feet...
I pray I'll wonder, as a child does,
how such a treasure could be mine
to hold, to own, to prize
upon a shelf of memories in my heart...
I pray for just one 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,
one will be enough...
Amen.
- and one will be enough, Lord,
one will be enough...
I pray its smooth, cool surface
will bless my palms on a warm and sunny day
while my fingers weigh the mystery 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 at my bare feet...
I pray I'll wonder, as a child does,
how such a treasure could be mine
to hold, to own, to prize
upon a shelf of memories in my heart...
I pray for just one 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,
one will be enough...
Amen.
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