One day,
a long time ago,
I stood on a beach in New Hampshire,
bent down,
and picked up a perfectly smooth oval stone.
When it was cracked and jagged,
a desperately bitter man had thrown it

from a cliff in England.
The stone had rolled along the ocean floor
and been carried by the tides to my hand.
O Heart in Disarray,
that stone was an emblem for the law of karma.
You can have some mighty crags and fissures,
but lifetime after lifetime after lifetime
they all get rubbed smooth.

No one is forgotten and no one is left behind.             Photo by cobalt123 on flickr