Round Boulder Soul Poem by Robert Eckstein

Round boulder soul,
Pushed halfway up the endless hill
Just to roll back
Into God's patient Hand;
By now, your rough and jagged edges
Are worn off or have been chipped away
Through impact and mere friction.
The curve of space says this: There is no anti-gravity.
But faith and grace can overcome the weight of sin.
Each push moves you a little higher,
And though you know they await,
The mountain top and garden far beyond
Have not quite come into view.