Smooth As A Skipping Stone Poem by Suzanne Hayasaki

I will be your weapon, harmless as I appear.
Throw me sidearm and watch me walk on water.
Fold me in kidskin and swing me overhead, aiming with Arunja’s eye.

Five smooth stones were all David carried with him.
And he only needed me.
The rest was faith.
That was his.
Have faith in me and I will topple giants for you.

I will be your shield, tiny as I am.
Take me as you find me, smooth as silk, flat, a happy weight in your hand.
Keep me as a memento of a pilgrimage to the source of my pure waters.
Slip me into a leather pouch and wear me around your neck as a totem,
A token of the vital force I represent.
Keep me close to your heart and believe in my unfailing love.
Your faith will make you infallible.

I will be your temple, simple as I seem.
Craft me into something uniquely yours.
Be my Michelangelo and chisel me into a mini-pieta.
Free me from myself and show me to the world.
Set me out on the mantelpiece of your hearth.
Make me into a tiny shrine.
Place pollen before me as an offering.
And I will shower you with fertility.
Your faith will make you a father.

I am as timeless as the Himalayas.
I am as pure as the Gangroti.
I am as powerful as love.

And I am yours.
But only if you treasure me!