There is much we can learn from rocks.
They are steadfast, solid, eternal.
Jesus said to Peter, “I will build my church on a rock,” and Peter was that rock.
They are dependable, reassuringly strong.
They carry their history in their strata, telling their story to all who can decipher it.
There are towering mountains of rock, standing in mute testimony to the power of nature, thrusting their souls upward towards heaven.
There are rocks pounded by great waves, their grandeur magnificent and enduring.
There are pebbles washed upon the shore to spend their brief moment in the sun only to be washed inexorably back to sea.
Stones of great beauty, stones of every hue, colors loved equally by the Divine Hand that created them.
Perhaps there is a special rock we go and sit on to watch the restless, roving sea.
A rock, like a familiar friend, silent and comforting.
Thank you, God, for inspiration and insight … and sermons in stones.
By Hope Bradley Finley
Editor’s Note: Hope Bradley Finley passed away on January 13 at age 95. The Mattapoisett resident was thrilled to have The Wanderer publish her poems and essays, something we will continue to do this winter.