Oh sacred stone, what mysteries have you beheld?
I held the history of the earth in my palm.
Like a Psalm of the Creator’s majesty
it was unbearably sublime.
Time alone forged its character,
nature may have molded its face;
but only the Infinite could make a thing from nothing.
I marvelled at this miracle for a moment,
then launched it toward the lake.
It skipped the water but twice;