Were he the chiseled child of say, the amethyst or jade,
perhaps the little rock would quit smoldering;
Shouldering so impossible a weight
As light as light.
It took near all of the swing the Pacific could bolster
to budge the brooding rock from his reticent state.
Slate swore sore against his silhouette,
Didn't know how to look at that stubborn glint across
Jade's moony face without swooning.
Didn't know how to even maybe like
The barbed edge of his mother,
The barbed edge of his mother,
That God-awful ashtray gray of his father.
And what of sapphire's serenity?
Men mesmerized by the soul of her cut crystal.
He fantasized mountains and boulders,
Bolder in brawn and height than he.
Behemoths can do big things quickly, I bet.
Probably could stop oceans or
cop light or trick time if they so pleased,
cop light or trick time if they so pleased,
Teased into torture by all that he was not.
Hot shot pearl out the belly of an oyster
Rolled beside our little friend, said
"But it wasn't a mountain David hurled
To slay Goliath."
ABOUT: If Jehovah can use a small boy with a little stone to kill a giant, just imagine how He can use you.
1 Samuel 17:50- So David prevailed over the Philistine with a sling and a stone; he struck down the Philistine and put him to death, though there was no sword in David's hand.
ABOUT: If Jehovah can use a small boy with a little stone to kill a giant, just imagine how He can use you.
1 Samuel 17:50- So David prevailed over the Philistine with a sling and a stone; he struck down the Philistine and put him to death, though there was no sword in David's hand.
