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Grains of sand
Originally appeared on spirituality.com
I have been in this place before
watching waves crash to shore,
each dissolved into foam swallowed by the sand,
but never did I notice it is the beach
that keeps my feet dry.
Today as waves are barely wrinkles,
the quiet tells me that whether big or little
every wave of the human dream must yield
to the steadfast reality of Love loving us
through all the seasons
Of self-importance and doubt,
self-assertion and inertia.
It's not that we are to meld into one
expanse of faceless finitude,
but that we are to be exalted
Just as each precious granule,
every tiny shell promises
an individuality that moves in accord
with divine purpose, to dispel the waves
on the Shore of Love.
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