Treasure Island

Robert Wynn

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Resurrection


I am as a stone rejected
Which has become the capstone

Submitted: Thursday, August 08, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, August 28, 2013

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  • Walterrean Salley (8/10/2013 2:59:00 PM)

    It was God's doing and, yet, is quite marvelous in our eyes. How beautiful an expression. Love it Bobby. (Report) Reply

  • Geetha Jayakumar (8/10/2013 10:36:00 AM)

    Many realises too late that a stone rejected one was very precious.
    Beautiful poem carries a lovely meaning. (Report) Reply

  • Patricia Grantham (8/10/2013 6:58:00 AM)

    The stone that the builders rejected has become the cornerstone. What seems
    to be the least sometimes turned out to be the most important. Never look down on
    the not so great. Very inspiring with a minimum of words. (Report) Reply

  • Thomas A Robinson (8/9/2013 6:37:00 PM)

    Rejected as not worthy but now the crowning achievement of construction.
    Could be a life or career or anything. But at some point deemed not worthy of anything.
    But now through dedication, sweat, perservation one has reached the pinacle. (Report) Reply

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