I tossed a pebble to the raging sea
From off a craggy cliff where I stood sure;
That simple polished stone—my utmost plea—
Within it, all my final prayers immured;
The gods took heed, and wild waves grew calm,
Dark burly clouds gave way to lucid light;
On humbled breath I hummed a reverent psalm,
As ominous grey bowed low to colors bright.
The darkest shadows yield before the dawn,
As hope ascends with heaven’s pure intent—
So may our demons fall to faith-born stones
And from that pit, triumphant our ascent.
Unlikely victory is by hope begun—
Where David chose his five, I chose but one.

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