A Stumbling Stone Poem by Olaleye Azeem Oladipupo

On one long sunlit weary day
I stumbled on a stone on my way

And there I had a nasty tumbling over
into the dirt as if a mower

Then, I stood with fury like a bread soaked in water
as to cast the stone away into gutter

Just then, I realized a mean little viper
was waylaying next to the stone in ire

How happy I am that I stumbled on the stone
'cos if not, I'd have stepped on the snake

And there, if I'd stepped on the snake
I'd be lying a cold stiff next to the stone

How grateful I am to the stumbling block
as it turned to be a refuge rock