When the images of the world seem false,
we wonder if there'll ever be a cost;
For dismissing all the craven features,
as if they're disturbingly wayward creatures.

For once I transported a ragged stone,
where I envisioned would be its home;
The ocean grabbed it from my hand,
I'd never witnessed a gesture so grand !

So I began to believe in a higher power,
which serves our souls from hour to hour;
And the world became a softer place,
where my anger could transform to peace.

The sun would shine and rain would fall,
the days proceeded in rainbow's shawl;
No more to doubt the cursed woes,
that traverse like nomads through the snows.

Oh, to my dear Lord I thank Thee sweetly,
for taking my stone to the ocean deeply;
It stood out among the raging plight,
which made us forget who owns the night.