Sobering are the sands of time,
Each grain speaks great truths,
Antiquity articulates subtly so,
Weathering it seeks not to subdue,
What precious particles of matter,
Mimicking the journey of man,
Purposely fragmented that each may be made whole again,
Textured by its travel,
Coarse sediment mineralized,
Transportation yields transformation by universal design.
Erosion is our experience.
Sifted, that our authentic selves may harmonize,
Our true mass may we grasp in grains of paradise.
this poem is magnificent just what I needed to hear at this time. feeling down. A good reminder that the smallest particle in the universe has mass. Naval digging doesn't get you anywhere....
Grains Of Paradise
Published by Family Friend Poems March 2013 with permission of the Author.
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