The last thing the Gittite saw was a
laughable pebble flung by a gnat of a boy.
But the stone was ordained to be planted
in the soil of Goliath’s giant skull.
From the garden of his brow, the seed
sprung a triumphant bloom that cast a
foreshadow of Golgotha’s fall.
How many centuries did the stone sleep in
its bed before the stream cut it smooth enough
to be chosen by the future king? How many
magmatic millennia churned it in Earth’s
hellish belly? Or was it slung through
the cosmos from unfathomable galaxies?
Did it tear atmospheric veil to be
at last launched from the puny sling
so that all God’s chosen might sing,
“Even the rocks cry out!”
You can listen to a conversation about this poem on the Reformed Journal Podcast.
Photo by Oliver Paaske on Unsplash
8 Responses
5 stars! Beautiful and deep!
Many thanks, Twila!
What a magnificent God you have unearthed by focusing on that small pebble that had been in training for Lord only knows how long. Thought provoking and grand; thank you.
Praise the Lord – thanks for reading, Jan.
You have just enlarged my world! Amazing how this event from long ago, today has become new and alive and so much bigger. Thank you, thank you!
MarthaH
The Lord is BIG! Thanks for reading, Martha.
Thank you! We’ll never read the David-Goliath story the same way again!
Scripture is the story that never gets boring. Thanks for reading, Henry.