A Lower German Landscape (artist unknown)‘A Rounded Stone’ by Benjamin Daniel Lukey The Society April 3, 2018 Beauty, Poetry, Short Stories 5 Comments He pressed a rounded stone into my hand. He said, “Take care of this,” and turned away To tend to things we needed for our trip: The boats, the lines, the paddles, and the rest. The stone was not like those about my feet. I wondered at the stone, but not for long. I put it in my pocket and forgot. The Huzzah winds along a valley floor Between thick stands of trees and rocky bluffs. Its water is a marvel to behold, Like crystal ichor flowing in God’s veins. I thought of all these things, and not the stone, But in my pocket it was safe and sound. And that was well, for when we came ashore My uncle asked me for the rounded stone. He placed it on the bank beside its twin. “As easy as it was for you,” he said, “To bring this back to where I picked it up, So light you sit within your Maker’s hand. The stone was not aware you carried it, And sometimes we are just the same. But He Is wise, and kind, and big and strong enough To bring you safely to your journey’s end. We’re going where we came from.” So he said. I miss him, but I know we’ll meet again. Benjamin Daniel Lukey was born in 1986. He has lived all over the Eastern United States and currently resides near Charlotte, North Carolina. He teaches high school English classes whenever he is not fishing or writing poetry. His work has previously appeared in Edify Fiction and The Mystic Blue Review. Views expressed by individual poets and writers on this website and by commenters do not represent the views of the entire Society. The comments section on regular posts is meant to be a place for civil and fruitful discussion. Pseudonyms are discouraged. The individual poet or writer featured in a post has the ability to remove any or all comments by emailing submissions@ classicalpoets.org with the details and under the subject title “Remove Comment.” Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Related 5 Responses Shiny Titus April 3, 2018 So beautifully expressed!!! How our creator carries us to our journeys end. We do not realize but in His palms he carries us.Thank you for this beautiful reminder this morning Reply Jenni Wyn Hyatt April 3, 2018 Absolutely beautiful. Reply Amy Foreman April 3, 2018 Lovely poem, Benjamin! Reply E. V. "Beth" Wyler April 3, 2018 I’ll retain the memory of this spiritual poem’s meaning. Thank you for sharing it with us. E. V. Reply Charlie Bauer April 3, 2018 Very well done. Thank you! Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.