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The Rock Even a rock Can have a dream. Even a stone Can want to be More than it seems. Show me love, Let me feel I implore you. Screamed a rock one day. Even the Gods Conceded in jest Rock had shown them An impossibility- He just wasn’t made that way. Tenacious by nature Rock would not give up, Until, Wearily the gods relented. We shall create seas To beat upon you Relentlessly. Until, You find heart And you can feel. Centuries later With perhaps more to come Waves smash inexorably Down upon rock. Hopeful one day It will become What it is not. Ironically the duration of hope Until, The end of time Means rock is already more Than a rock. Rock has dreams Therefore it is not Just a rock. Life turned me into The rock I was not. Love turned me into The human I forgot. So then it must be true, If something can be made It can be unmade And remade. The Gods impressed By rock’s tenacity Resolved to never give up. Rock would always be A sign of hope. A young boy chances Upon rock one day, Picks him up Drops him. Inside him Is a fossil- Rock became something this day. (Gerry Aldridge)
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May 28, 2016
May 28, 2016 at 8:24 AM UTC
The Story Of Rock
The Rock Even a rock Can have a dream. Even a stone Can want to be More than it seems. Show me love, Let me feel I implore you. Screamed a rock one day. Even the Gods Conceded in jest Rock had shown them An impossibility- He just wasn’t made that way. Tenacious by nature Rock would not give up, Until, Wearily the gods relented. We shall create seas To beat upon you Relentlessly. Until, You find heart And you can feel. Centuries later With perhaps more to come Waves smash inexorably Down upon rock. Hopeful one day It will become What it is not. Ironically the duration of hope Until, The end of time Means rock is already more Than a rock. Rock has dreams Therefore it is not Just a rock. Life turned me into The rock I was not. Love turned me into The human I forgot. So then it must be true, If something can be made It can be unmade And remade. The Gods impressed By rock’s tenacity Resolved to never give up. Rock would always be A sign of hope. A young boy chances Upon rock one day, Picks him up Drops him. Inside him Is a fossil- Rock became something this day. (Gerry Aldridge)
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May 28, 2016
May 28, 2016 at 8:24 AM UTC
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