A Stone
by The Rev. Dr. Alden E. Sproull
8-16-09
12-11-09 revised

A stone buried, feels
refreshed, made new,
simply by a pearl
sized drop of rain.

Dry buried deep within
the soil, longing to be
touched, by something,
uncertain about when or by whom.

The earth shakes and trembles,
A pitter- patter noise touches
its ear.  “Change to my surroundings
is happening.”

Touched with moisture, penetrating,
enveloping.  Taking my
breath away ____ exhilarated___
and then it is gone.