Parable of the Stone

Everywhere, all over the world, I exist.  I am on the ground at various levels, in the streams, rivers, and oceans, even in your own backyard.  Do you notice me?  I vary in size and shape, often polished and rounded by years of wind and water.  I am but a tiny piece of a large rock.

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Sometimes I am even worshiped, or at least held in high esteem.  I can give comfort and strength; some say I provide wisdom and protection.

Many wear me in costume.  Or set me up in fountains and pathways.  Some even collect me and keep me bottled up in their homes.

Do you know the significance of stones?  Do you see me and feel connected to the earth?  I am so common, perhaps you don’t think of me at all.

There are stones of white that humans have placed on gravesites, beautifully glistening in the sun.  There are cobble-stoned streets for humans to walk upon a path that leads to wherever.  Some people unfortunately have used stones to throw at others to harm and shame them.  How cruel.  We are here for unity, not division.

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One way to throw us around is actually okay.  Skimming stones.  See how many times I can hop up and down on the water’s surface.  Oh, what fun!  Stones and water have a long history, a deep connection.

For what it’s worth, I am here for you.  And only a stone’s throw away.        Theresa M

PS - All stones are rocks, but not all rocks are stones.   Each piece has its own strength and purpose.

“I alone cannot change the world, but I can cast a stone across the waters to create many ripples,” - Mother Teresa

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