Now I remain a polished stone The river coursing around me In soft and easy contours Yet my life was not always known By this harmonious flow
But craggy and rough, long ago Struck ten million times By rocks and sand and more My smooth and glossy skin, I owe To turbulence and tumbling
Even water alone shaped me By sheer endurance and patience Grinding and wearing Turning me into what you see A smooth and polished stone
So wonder not that you feel worn And feel struck by blows undeserved Count this for a purpose For with the tossing you are born A smooth and polished stone
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You can sign up for free weekly delivery of poems at Prosperity Poems (.com) A Polished Stone was inspired by a talk in church a week or so ago. The speaker (my neighbor and friend) talked about how stones in a river get tumbled and parts broken off of them until they eventually get rounded and polished.
Then he likened that to us and how we also get polished by time by getting our rough edges worn off.
It's OK to have a stone in your path. It's OK to get worn a bit - you'll simply be more polished.