Grains of sand

Lois Carlson

Originally appeared on spirituality.com

I have been in this place beforewatching waves crash to shore,each dissolved into foam swallowed by the sand,but never did I notice it is the beachthat keeps my feet dry.

Today as waves are barely wrinkles,the quiet tells me that whether big or littleevery wave of the human dream must yieldto the steadfast reality of Love loving usthrough all the seasons

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