JUST A ROCK by Gittel Fruma The sun rose one morning and warmed by its rays A little rock greeted the dawning day
“But I’m just a stone. What use can I be? There is no purpose, no plans for me.”
It looked at the mountains, the skies, and the rivers And thought to itself, “How can I be bigger?”
The sun hit its zenith and in the heat of the day A man and his family set their tent up to stay.
“Look at those peaks, they reach to the stars! But I’m just a rock, not as big as they are.”
The little rock watched as he lifted his hands Shouted out praises and kissed the sand.
“The waters that flow from the stream to the sea Are greater than I am. They are better than me.”
Then, he stood up and looked at the ground, He found a large rock and then put it down.
“I’m just a pebble, what good am I? They are much better,” He said with a sigh.
Rock upon rock, stone upon stone, The man kept on stacking, all on his own.
He heard the birds singing and the buzzing bees. He thought, “What a song! They are better than me.”
After some hours, the sun had sunk low Setting the man’s pile of rocks aglow.
He looked at the grass, the flowers, and trees. Beholding their beauty, he grew more displeased.
The little rock wondered, what would come next? He wished and he prayed, hope swelled in his chest.
“I can do nothing out here on my own. They have each other. I am all alone.”
The man straightened up and looked all around. “Something is missing, yet one thing to be found.”
“God of the heavens, God of the hills, I am so sorry I have nothing to give.” I want to give glory and lift up your Name!” 52 | M AG A Z I N E N A M E PAGE 3 51
