to be a stone

I am the tender twig
broken from the high tree,
jagged and dirty,
suitable only for a dog’s mouth
or the trampling of boots.

I lie face down in the shallows,
begging God to make me clean
and give me the chance to feel
I am something more.

I want to be part of the river below—
strong, polished, beautiful,
not alone and cast aside.
I want to be a stone.


Copyright © 2013 by Christopher Chaffin – All rights reserved


About cjchaffin

Wordsmithing is my passion. I eat, sleep, and breathe words and phrases, only to regurgitate them and pray that they are better off than when I first ingested them.
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