four leaf clover

Once upon a time, a very long time ago, there were two rocks, not so different from each other. Both rocks were sparkly and beautiful and both thought each other to be magnificent.
As time went on though, one of the rocks seemed a little more beautiful than the other, at least to her. She sat, heavy and solid, unyielding to the wind and the rain, and offered a half hearted shine on the darkest days. Often though, the sun did not catch her light and her beauty seemed to be reflected only inward.
As the sea spit up salt, and wind and sand
the two rocks sat,
side by side,
without much notice from anyone.
After awhile, a long while, the other rock, decided to catch the Sun’s attention,
she must have a purpose other than to sit beside this shiny, sparkly friend.

So, she gathered herself and used the wind to guide her.
She pushed her thin, nearly translucent self up against the harshest conditions the Sea had to offer,
and shone her brightness into the darkest corners of the beach.
On many days she could see her own inner light bouncing off life…crabs, tiny shoreline birds, and sea stones. It was only then that she knew she had purpose; it was only then that she knew she was alive.
And so for many years, hundreds probably, these two stones sat,
side by side, on the same sea wall.
One daring for the wind and sun and sea to catch her and send her light off far and wide so she could cast her shadow and her inner light on anything that might be without either.
The other, was content to be shiny, and solid and likely worth more than either could imagine.
As the Sea came, day after day, year after year, and battered the tiny thin stone,
it never yielded to the great force of Mother Nature.
It stood tall and proud and knew that its light would be seen and in the darkest corners
it would shine.
Finally, after much time had passed, and the thin stone was barely there at all,
and the Sea had claimed most of it’s Self to the sand and wind and water,
it was building, and brewing for one final blow.
Both stones stood sturdy and held on,
as She blasted in with all Her force.
The sturdy, sparkly stone was worried that the sand may cover her and no one would see her beauty, or worse, that she would be lost at sea forever,
while the other,
braced her Self and breathed in deeply and let go to the world.
As the wind and rain howled and churned,
and spit wood, and rain, and rocks everywhere,
the tiny, thin stone was blasted into a thousand pieces,
and scattered across the beach.
The shiny, sparkly stone, never moved, unyielding to force, it sat on the sea wall, unchanged.
Finally, finally, She was happy.
One thousand times happy.
Now she shone her light across the dunes, and into the darkest corners of the black sea.
Her light, would now light the darkest corners.
One thousand times over.
As her sprinkles of light danced across the dunes that night,
she wondered if the stars above would see her,
as she had seen them?

Peace, Chris
www.fourleafclover.us

This entry was posted on Tuesday, October 20th, 2009 at 6:58 pm and is filed under Essays.



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