Usually flowers and fruit
But my son, at three, saw beauty in rocks
Day after day id find new stones at the altar
God made rocks too he'd say
These were not the quartz speckled twinkling variety,
Nor the tide smoothened round pebbles
They were mostly small nd mishapen
stained brown from stoning on soil
But he saw grace
At three he taught me
God's creations are beautiful
even indelicate ones
And that there is beauty in the everyday
If we could see the world with a child's eye
that sometimes only children see
Sad to say he outgrew this habit of collecting rocks for god
But
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