The Tumbler

I am but a rough stone
Embodied in this body I own
Full of such strong possibilities
Each limited by human frailties

I am but a rough stone
All too self-indulgent prone
Tossed into the tumbler we call life
Laden with its joys and strife

I am but a rough stone
My many jags plainly shown
Surely all we rocks will fract
When in the tumbler we impact

I am but a rough stone
Into the tumbler thrown
But I have seen another way -
Who gently grinds, lives another day

I am but a rough stone
Who would tred the path now known
Consideration and humility
The grist for a better me

I am but a rough stone
Growing seeds but lately sown
Gently grinding flaws unhidden
To reveal the gem within