Pebbles - a Latter Day Tale
Once upon a time there was a young man…a boy…You decide whether he was a boy or a man, as this little story unfolds.
The boy lived, as most do in fairy stories, on the edge of a great forest. In the forest he would go walking every day. On the path through the forest there were many pebbles. The boy would pick up one here… one there… look at them, and perhaps admire them for a short time…even put one or two in his pockets; but always, at the end of his walk he would either throw them away, or lose them. Most of the pebbles were nice to look at and to hold… but only for a short time.
One day, the boy… or man… saw a pebble as usual. He picked it up and thought it looked nice, and so he put it in his pocket. And there it stayed, and although he looked at it often, for some reason he really didn’t see it properly. You see, this was no ordinary pebble… it was a precious stone, but the boy, for some reason couldn’t see that… Perhaps he was a little blind.
And so he kept it in his pocket but eventually neglected it so much that the special pebble decided one day that it would leave… so it crept out of his pocket and ran away... or rolled away… to a distant land where nothing ever happened. It was the greatLandofBoredom… (Sometimes known as Carshalton)
But although it was a special pebble, a precious stone, even she (Did I say, SHE?) couldn’t stand living in theLand ofBoredom. So she returned to the place where the boy lived. And would you believe it? One day she just happened to be lying on the path as the boy was walking by.
He saw it. But did he stop to pick her up again? No!
Did the pebble care? No!... (Oh well, just a little bit).
So every day the young man walked by and looked at the pebble, and eventually he did pick it up and turned it over in his hand… and then, after many days, as he looked as it closely, he began to realise how lovely it was.
And this time, he didn’t throw it away…. Because he knew it had Great Worth.
But neither did he put it in his pocket, and forget it was there, as he had before.
This time,realisinghow he had overlooked and almost lost this precious stone once before, he put it… her… deep in his heart, where he knew it… she… would be safe for the rest of his life.
For the rest of their lives. Insh’Allah
This little tale has a partner; the poem entitled 'How I Would Learn Your Tongue'
- How I would learn your tongue
Written for two friends of mine. He a Pakistani. She a Polish girl. Neither spoke the other's language. So they conversed; made love; laid plans, in the language they shared: English. Not always well
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