There is nothing

Quite as marvelous

As after all

Of this life

To stand at

The edge of

A tranquil pond

And skim stones

Some simply plop

Others dunk with

A clunk a

Few side wind

Until one a

Rectangle of slate

That feels so

Perfect in hand

Smooth and cool

Full of promise

Flies and skitters

Not just once

But four marvelous

Times before disappearing

This this standing

At waters edge

Is called counting

Your blessings and

Your sins its

Purpose is to

Show you your

Way to Heaven

At life’s end

Follow the skipping

Stone which skipped

The farthest for

That stone represents

Your true love

When all is

Said and done

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