Poem November 1, 2010 Issue

Smooth stone

Lynne Cook

The story of David and Goliath again.
One vexing question, always the same.
This time, as I listened,
An answer came.

I asked, Why sling a cool, smooth stone?
Would not a rough and jagged rock
More likely bring the giant down;
Do damage to the mark?

An angel answer came to me.
A smooth stone will fly straight and free
With aerodynamic accuracy,
To find its target unerringly.

So, when I, as the shepherd boy,
See a Goliath facing me,
I'll sight my target carefully:
Not a person, a body, a sin or disease,

But a lie—a suggestion that evil is nigh;
That God is not All.
Target the lie,
And Goliath will fall.

—Lynne Cook

We'd love to hear from you!

Easily submit your testimonies, articles, and poems online.

Submit