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Miniscule is this existence
Measured against dispensation
Broken down to a single pebble
On a shore bleached by time
How far back can we go
Recalling stark times, or
Testy covert times,
Over times sublime
Etched in appearances giving way
To define what is made to refine
I am that single frame of stained glass
Grains crushed from crumbling pasts
Placed on undisturbed pathways to everlast
Until fate washes me up yet again to shine
Glistening new in prime and appearance
Beckoning pristine reflections cast anew
As time waits for no man, I still see through
Reflections containing clarity of wisdom’s brew
Blessed is this search of precious mettle
Giving way to meaning and reason for being
As I walk the earth two-thirds fulfilling a part
For I am the vessel, I must ultimately meet
Discovery will be forgotten, for that is God’s plan
Not to punish, is my reason to wander this expanse
But in this journey I must learn to feel apart of…..GOD
How simple is this wonder, from observing sand……
On a beach……over time……Walk On!!!!
