Humanity has long believed many symbols to be spiritually sacred. The sideways eight, for example, the symbol for eternity. Another symbol for the eternity of life is the endless knot. Crystals are also symbols and thought to be very powerful for focusing spiritual energies. And who wouldn't recognize the universal symbol for love -- the heart. For a child, a symbol can be anything at all, and sometimes even the smallest thing can be a sign from God and the Universe that they are not alone.
The Grateful Stone
I have a little treasure chest and only one thing is inside. It’s a very special treasure and I found it at low tide.
To me it’s very special. It's my little grateful stone. It shows how prayers work. It’s a sign I’m not alone.
Grampa had a heart attack while we were at the beach. He lives so far away, far away and out of reach.
Mommy had her cell phone and doctors called her there. When I saw mommy cry, I knew I should say a prayer.
I closed my eyes and talked to God. Please let Grampa be okay. Don’t let Mommy lose her Dad 'cause we can't go that far away.
When I opened up my eyes and looked down on the ground, I saw a shiny little stone, so smooth and white and round.
I put it in my pocket and I rubbed it two whole days, praying Grampa would get better if only God could find a way.
Then mommy’s cell phone rang. They said Grandpa could go home. That's why I have a treasure chest for my special grateful stone.
CJ--
This poem is very insightful and touching; some children will become enlightened whether they read the story or someone reads it to them. Thanks for sharing.
CJ,
A tear come to my eye reading this lovely poem. The power of that stone and his fingers rubbing it for two day. This poem will capture the hearts of many a children now and down the road to come. Just lovely my Dear.
So many thoughts come to mind...and the memories of all the special tokens I saved as a little girl...this truely is precious CJ~
Children will always search for the light of hope...in His rays of Grace!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
Aw, nothing warms the heart more than the affectionate concern expressed by a young child.
I recall as a youngster when Dad was laid aside with a back injury sustained down the coal mine. I rose early in order to surprise him by lighting the fire - a job he always done. There was ash dust everywhere by the time I finished, but I had a roaring fire going. I stood by my handiwork, smudged faced but proud, as Dad came hobling into the living room. He glanced around at all the dust - couldn't miss it, it was floating in the air - then at the fire. Not one for saying much, he simply nodded his head, a nod of approval. This was my childlike way of helping make his back better.
CJ, your children's poems have a unique way of opening up my nostalgia box - thanks.
Dai
Thisis precious and I can almost imagine my own little sweetie doing the same thing on a beach if she received that news about me. Brought first a tear and then a smile, two emotions strong in this one write...well done.
I found it appropriate that the first thing the little one in the poem thought of was her mommy. That is you through and through. It is poetry which reveals our soul and yours is that of a thoughtful child and the love of family. Bravo dear lady.
loveya
Rusty
Reviewed by Sharon Lawson (Reader)
Reviewed on March 20, 2007
What a delightful and special little poem! It reminded me of the time my dad suffered his first heart attack when I was younger, I prayed to God and bought my dad a little ornament with "Best Dad" written on it to encourage him. The minds of kids eh?! Thankfully, he recovered so my version of the gratitude stone worked too :o)
Oddly enough, in the DVD, "THE SECRET" - one of the presenters tells a story of carrying a "gratitude stone" around in his pocket, which another man from another country (I think Africa, but unsure) - anyway, later, the man writes that his young son is critically ill, and requests a gratitude stone be sent to him. IT IS SENT. Two months later, the man writes that his son has a miraculous recovery - AND - his family has SOLD many such stones now for $10.00 EACH!
What else can i say but that your writing is just fabulous as you spill out what you feel and want to say. It was a pleasure to read fine work as yours and thanks for sharing this with us all here on the den.
As a little one, I had a pebble, soft, warming in your hand...but that is another story.
This one has the innocent quality of believing, of no wanting so much as to ask if He could find a way.
Alittle smile and two tears for it.
Great
Georg
Reviewed by Amy Sellers (Reader)
Reviewed on March 20, 2007
CJ... I'm all choked up now! I just LOVE your rhyming stories... and love this one, too! Hugs, Amy S
Grab your inner child, and jump into Edie's latest 'puddle', as she takes us for a delightful trip through the magical landscape of a child's imagination. Her wonder-filled poems take the ordinary situations and places around us and stretches them t
Little Z is a little person who feels lost and alone. Will he be able to focus and gain control to find his way and find the friends he wants to have? Read this short but very sweet story to find out what happens next.
This poem is very insightful and touching; some children will become enlightened whether they read the story or someone reads it to them. Thanks for sharing.
A tear come to my eye reading this lovely poem. The power of that stone and his fingers rubbing it for two day. This poem will capture the hearts of many a children now and down the road to come. Just lovely my Dear.
Children will always search for the light of hope...in His rays of Grace!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
Be safe,
Karen
Excellent poem my friend.
Hugs, Laura
What a precious tale. Thank you for sharing it.
Blessings,
Sharon
I recall as a youngster when Dad was laid aside with a back injury sustained down the coal mine. I rose early in order to surprise him by lighting the fire - a job he always done. There was ash dust everywhere by the time I finished, but I had a roaring fire going. I stood by my handiwork, smudged faced but proud, as Dad came hobling into the living room. He glanced around at all the dust - couldn't miss it, it was floating in the air - then at the fire. Not one for saying much, he simply nodded his head, a nod of approval. This was my childlike way of helping make his back better.
CJ, your children's poems have a unique way of opening up my nostalgia box - thanks.
Dai
Love Tinka
Could feel the write straight to my heart...Spectacular...
God Bless
Michael
Fee
loveya
Rusty
Oddly enough, in the DVD, "THE SECRET" - one of the presenters tells a story of carrying a "gratitude stone" around in his pocket, which another man from another country (I think Africa, but unsure) - anyway, later, the man writes that his young son is critically ill, and requests a gratitude stone be sent to him. IT IS SENT. Two months later, the man writes that his son has a miraculous recovery - AND - his family has SOLD many such stones now for $10.00 EACH!
COINCIDENCE ??? TOM.
Thanks
Dan
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
This. Is. BEAUTIFUL. God answeres prayers--well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
This one has the innocent quality of believing, of no wanting so much as to ask if He could find a way.
Alittle smile and two tears for it.
Great
Georg