Pebbles-1998

Every day, I walked down to the ocean, to wait for my love to come. But my love never visited. And though I came every day of my life to this same spot, I did not see my love coming for me. So every day, as I waited, I threw a few pebbles into the water, knowing that in time, I would throw in enough pebbles to take me to my love, and yet afraid that I'd never find her. Every day took me a little further, and a little further away from shore. And I became a little more, and a little more lonely, and a little more desperate, knowing by now, that I'd never see my love. For by now, I had traveled too far to return, and yet, so weary, I hadn't the strength to continue. So I lay down to die, broken in spirit, that my love would not be there to share my last breath. Then, just as I felt myself starting to drift away, I heard a sound. It was the sound of someone throwing pebbles into the ocean, a few at a time, venturing out a little more, and a little more each day, coming to find her love. Dave Nicar-1998