Picture of Balbulol Dive Resort by Lera 76 from Google
A STONE MEANT
© Kelvin M. Knight, 2019
I am not a stepping stone to your destination, each stone of me is your destination.
Wheresoever you have come from, whatsoever you have done, matters not. This fading of your skin, this waning of your body, are like sunshine and rain to me.
Come, place your foot here or there, you will see. Place your hands upon the flesh of my stone and you will feel. Sit or lay, or stand and sway, upon any part of me and you will understand.
That each and everyone one of your steps is a coming home, and there is such jubilation to be found in coming home. From jubilation joy flows then hope grows, thicker than this vegetation swallowing you.
Push through your fear, my dear sweet child, you have waited long enough. Please, you are strong enough, you are worthy enough. Come, live on me as I live in you.
The above story was written in response to the What Pegman Saw prompt, which this week took us to:
You are warmly invited to the Inlinkz link party to read other globetrotting contributors’ stories inspired by this week’s prompt.