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| My four smooth wish stones |
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Date: July 7, 1992 CONNECTING FOUR SMOOTH STONES by dc HILL I. My pocket holds four smooth stones That once clicked on a Normandy beach. Pebbles, weary of the sea, Were seen, then rescued just for me. These stones found maturity in a potter's mill. One white, a black, an earthy hue. Inner beauty revealed by attrition. The fourth searches for a transcendental view. Perfect? They are not; But true charms are there to see. Warmth, character, truth they've got. Other qualities, undoubtedly. In my hand, they click to form A tetrahedron. Nature's basic conformation! God's atoms connect that way In universal coordination. II. My stones are symbols. They reveal Meaning, magic, nature and life. Working and seeing them unconcealed, Renews the spirit and settles inner strife. They know companionship, the solitary Time and space, each season, The real and imaginary The dimension beyond known reason. They know the artist's delight, Primary colors! Be selective And merge them with void or light So the world might know perspective. They are prose, poetry, history and song. Symmetrical connections for all to see. Mine unites in four line form To reveal a part of me. III. My stones muster experiences, Memories cluster in this treasure chest. People, places, events and tales They tug warmly in my breast. I am in awe when they reveal The intricate tapestry of science, Nature, human uniqueness, The earth and all in compliance. For life's pendulum swings, My stones have space. Emotional peaks and valleys Compete contentedly for their state of grace. My stones hold truths Magically attracted by affinity. Purity secure within four cores. So I may carry them to infinity. IV. My stones treasure four kinds of love: Family, other connections, The soul within and God above. These loves refine the imperfections. My heart embraces four offspring today. Conceived and guided by me and a loving wife. Those four now destined to find their way. As each shapes and matures a life. I give to and receive from such loves (Not always in timely, proper proportion). Life's lessons have shown the Golden Rule. My soul says follow, my ego accepts distortion. And now, at the pinnacle of life, I search for balance and security. Well conscious of coming trials and strife. I tread on towards peace and purity. V. Symmetry advises this be a four part poem. But I see my stones connecting again and again. Their kinetic union reveals a new shining sphere. So, know -- my pocket holds five smooth stones. They constantly click in their travels to perfection.
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