Five Smooth Stones: an Artwork and a Poem

Five smooth stones

The future king

Chose

As his arsenal

Against the giant

I have thrown far more

Into the goliaths of the future

Skipping across ponds

Of sure uncertainty

Hoping they may sink

Into pools of grace

Or at least a life well lived

And that my children

Will know they are loved

Through

And beyond 

Each missile's reach