Proof

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;

then disappeared.

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