Such a stone

Would be thought

Of little value.

Not a possession-

No monetary worth.

But those who knew

What I do

Know that I

Believe in its resource.

A channel to the force

In a mere pebble;

Now a gift from I to you.

I can see it in your eyes,

You're already disappointed

As a boy barely turned thirteen.

It's just a rock

That's warm in your hand

But it's a gift from you to me.