Lone Rock

By Andrew R. Duckworth

I’ve been the lone rock
Wedged in the desolate earth,
Bearing little life
And giving nothing
But a solitary view of grief.
I didn’t complain,
I didn’t have to.
You just knew.
But a little faith moves mountains
And I was uplifted and planted
In a nourishing garden.
I’m no longer a solitary rock,
I’m no rock at all,
But a thankful stream.