I am a pebble trying to dam a river. The more I dig, the more rushes over me. Colliding about me. Pressing me down. I’m just one pebble. Just one. The river wide. The river strong. Looming, daunting as it presses down. Pressing me down down to its depths.

It needs be dammed. It needs be stopped. People are below it. One more rain and it’s over. One more and death will be dealt. One more rain. Just a few more inches. Over she goes. A crack will it make. Lives will it take. But I’m just a pebble. Just one pebble.

Small and feeble. Nothing strong or able. Just a pebble pressed down down to its depths. The depths of the river. How much more can I take? All is at stake! I do want I can, what I must. I was asked to only trust. Trust and be faithful to this call. Sink deep. Hold. Await the fall. The fall of rain.

What is that? More? More pebbles are here sinking with me? I’m not alone, it’s not just me? Who else are these pebbles? It matters not. We have a job to do and this is our shot! Who knows when the rain will come? Not me, not you, not anyone. Deeper we sink far from the sun.

So sink we shall to stack up high. One upon another till the top pebble dry. Dry and above the surface deep. Above the swell so strong a keep. Holding back the waves that toss about. Saving those below though we know not how. Just one pebble seems nothing with this at stake . But all together is all it will take. All together we will stay this lake…