NINE PEBBLES

Every time a pebble is thrown

Ina pool of placid water

To ripple and drown

And finally calm returns

To the placid water

And thus life goes on

In quiet, peace and calm

Until another pebble is thrown

And creates a storm

Of ripples like a crown

Until they gradually

Cease to ripple

And quietly settle

Like a child

Going back to the nipple

And thus life goes on

In quiet, peace and calm

Until the nine pebbles

Of learning, testing and harm

Are overcome by the loving

As told in the nine fables

Of the Holy Mother

So these nine pebbles

Of nine days are surmounted

With the blessings

of the loving Mother

As well as the boons

of the Almighty Father