My Rock

Margaret V.Doran

I put a rock in my pocket
a special rock
one made for skipping on the water
or to use as a "worry stone"
or to paint a picture on as a gift
    to keep me in touch with the earth
        to keep me "grounded" and solid
            to hold me down from flights of fancy
                to grip in times of trouble

But each time I touched it
                there in my pocket
I thought of you.

For you are my rock
you keep me from worry
you are my gift and all of my gifts
                are for you
you keep me "grounded" because you are solid
you send me on flights of fancy
                in my mind

I do not need the rock
in my pocket
my mind strays to you when
    I am sad and when
    I am joyful and when
    I need assurance and when
    I want love and when
ever

My breath catches in a little gasp
as I think of my rock
            of you
and during all the mundane things
I do each day
thoughts of you pull me away from
            everything needful
and fill me with
    peace
as solid as a rock
For you are my rock

Copyright © 1997 Margaret V. Doran. All rights reserved.
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Updated July 7, 1999
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