Stepping Stones

I had become a smooth stone, beaten by a surging river;

Helping the passerby cross to the other side.

All of my hard edges have softened.

Where once I was rigid; the waters have shaved me, shaped me, remade me.

For what other purpose does a stone in a surging river serve,

than to help others cross.

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The river teaches one patience.

To sit.

To wait.

To watch.

To release the hard edges that no longer serve you.

Why yes, I do recall when I was but a turtle attempting to cross a surging river.

Looks like its about time to get moving again.