Grains of Sand
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Our time is finite on this earth-
we never know, from time of birth,
the day that life ebbs at low tide-
the hour we'll end our life-long ride.
Our days build up like grains of sand
some lost to wind or slipped thru hand;
washed back to sea, or castles made-
or long-ignored in the dark shade.
The waves of life roll on the shore-
grains multiply; each wave brings more.
Our beach grows deep with every grain-
the ones of joy, the ones of pain.
As grains may shift with every storm-
more sturdy, deeper banks they form.
In those that rest as graceful mounds-
life's sweet tranquility abounds.
Hope those who trod upon our space
will feel the glory of God's grace
as our grains build, reshape, pursue
to do the best that they can do.
And when the final ebb tide comes,
we'll tally up our optimums,
and pray the beach we leave behind
can be the best we have designed.
May 22, 2019
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Sponsor: Brian Strand
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2019
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