Ellie’s Poetry

The stones that cover the beach are soft
And warm against my feet.
They are smoothed and sanded by the water
And the wind.
I lay with my back on those rocks,
My palms to the sky:
“God, do this to me, too.
Take out my rough edges
Make me easy to step over
Easy to love
Easy to surrender to
A force of nature
In a useless vessel.”