Chosen Pebble

I am but a steady pebble,
faceless in the company
of many similar fellows.

My uniqueness formed in
the constant crushing
contact as we are shifted.

Your approach crunches,
jarring our bodies to bear
the weight of your passing.

Seeing something in me
countless others overlooked,
I am pulled into existence.

Your fingers trace my lines
and then gently enrobe me.
I am warmly held in your palm.

Resting in your pocket, chosen,
I am something in your destiny,
our future purpose pending.

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