While in Waterville,

I walked toward the beach.

I swear all of this did happen

just past the statue of Chaplin.

I went until close to the sea

right up to the water’s reach.

And I said softly,

“Sometimes I surely forget

just how very big this world is

until I see all of this.”

Then the ocean answered back

“Child, does it make you upset?”

I replied with a sigh,

“All of this just reminds me

of all that maybe could go wrong

and what if I fail all along?

This world is big and I’m so small

there is always a worry.”

The ocean agreed,

“What you say is all too true

but look down and you will see

a small gift to you from me.

A rock shaped and formed by my waves

I now present it to you.”

I picked up the rock

and rubbed it with my thumb.

“This fits my hand perfectly

as if it was designed for me.

But that is impossible.

How did you know I would come?”

The ocean replied,

“What? Only you have a worry?

I need you to understand

I shaped that rock in your hand

year after year, wave after wave,

with any worry inside of me.

“But now I share it

because you need it, too.”

And that is how a worry rock

from the Atlantic Ocean stock

is now a high mountain desert rock.

Trust me, this story is all true.

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