Little stones

This is a poem inspired by an encounter at the local fish and chip shop. I did not have quite the amount required for my order and the server did not let me get by. I was a little taken aback and disappointed. I was thinking bad thoughts about him but then I took a grace note and changed my thinking around to the good. Then I was blessed by inspiration for this poem. Grace is rewarded with grace. All is in the service of God. Good or bad, all things happen for the Grace of God. Halleluyah.

Little Stones.

Little stones we must walk over

'til we reach the mountain we must climb

Little lives we must live

Until we reach heights devine

Solid rock we must stand on

Soil we must plant

Stars that guide us all the way

To the greatness that we want

Given grace we all live in

Grace replaces time

All little flowers in the garden

tended by a hand gentle and kind

Clouds living in the sky

Kissing the air rare

Passing through the moonlight

Keeping the trees fair

Fruit budding in the Spring time

coming to Autumn harvest

Bees flying by the will of God

To bring food to the blessed

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