In quiet contemplation
At the edge of the lake
Sits the boy.
Tousled, tow head,
Atop a sun browned body.
Dirty, bare feet
Below scabby knees.
Blue eyes filled with
Joy as they view
The beauty of nature
Surrounding him.
He selects the flat stone
From the shore of shale,
Admiring the smoothness
Of its texture.
A sideways toss
And it bounces across
The rippling water
Drawing ever widening
Circles on the surface.
With a final splash
The stone
Sinks.
In quiet contemplation
The man approaches
The lake of his youth.
The gray at his temples,
The circles under eyes,
Belie the spark of
Innocence burning
Within his heart.
He selects a flat stone
Gracefully tossing it
Across the rippling water.
Like the stone, his life
Has skipped out to others.
His inner peace has
Spread in ever-widening circles.
His love has splashed
Into hearts of all
He has touched.
His choice,
To share the joy,
Has enriched him.
And as his life
Reaches the final skip
He will rise ...
Rejoicing.