Parable of the Rock                     

And from that afternoon on,
The rock lifted many feet,
On that hillside path,
With nary a wobble.
But few took heed.

One night a torrent from the sky,
Washed over and around the rock,
Unseating it,
Tipping it,
And pushing it aside.

And in the days and years that followed,
The feet that came,
Made a new path,
Around the rock,
And none took heed.

And then one morning,
A boy, treading the path with an old man, saw the rock.
"Look grampa, a step out of place!" he cried.
"Lets dig with your stick and put it back."
And they did.

And the boy, with youthful satisfaction,
Brushed the dirt from his hands,
While the old workman leaned on his walking stick,
Smiling down,
And the rock smiled back.