2 John writes, so much to say, on parchment old,
Revelation 22: My reward is with Me, as foretold.
"I truly thought His word was real."
Yet He comes no more, with a seal.
I am nothing more, upon the Pacific's shore,
Than a single grain of sand, nothing less, nothing more.
"He is coming back?" you say with a cry,
A thousand years pass, and the empty heavens lie.
Lightning flashes, and the roaring thunder breaks,
A sudden bolt of lightning wakes!
"You held a holy presence deep inside!"
"In a grain of sand, let My dreams reside—
In a grain of sand, let the Lord's dreams hide."
Even if someone tramples your dream in the dust,
You will still pray, as you must.
Crying out, "Why do You give me this pain and trial?"
"Lama Lama Sabachthani," for a little while.
"You already hold My dream, child, all the way."
Your image is engraved within my eyes,
Your scent is hidden within my breath.
Your memory is carved into every step I take.
Yet, standing here before the vast blue Atlantic,
I am less than a single grain of sand,
On this beach that lies momentarily asleep.
let's have fun
outside with the sun
thank the crops for every grain
thank the clouds for drop of rain
appreciate trees in the woods
appreciate the ocean for seafoods
enjoy bird watching from a far
enjoy a lake visit near by
express our gratitude above
express it by making move
stop using dynamite in the sea
stop cutting down the trees
avoid depleting the ecosystem
avoid taking all the gems
protect animals from chemical
protect all that is natural
I am a grain of sand,
and here for a purpose,
that purpose is to grow into a mountain,
with all the gifts, talent, abilities
and great potential
locked within.
As one writer has said
“To see a world in a grain
of sand and a heaven in a
wild flower, hold infinity in the palm
of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.”
The Psalmist has said,
"How precious are your
thoughts about me, O God.
They cannot be numbered!
I can't even count them;
they outnumber the grains of sand!”
When we are locked together,
great things will happen.
As God replied to Abraham,
“I will surely bless you
and make your descendants
as numerous as the stars
in the sky and as the sand on the seashore.”
God has said; "Call to Me,
and I will answer you,
and will tell you great
and hidden things that you
have not known…”
I am just one grain
of sand,
waiting to become a mountain
that I was meant to be.
You can barely keep your eyes open.
Not from sleep, but from awe.
From the ache of wanting to take in everything at once.
The sky unraveling in soft peach and gold,
the hum of the tires still vibrating through your bones,
the sea so close you can feel the salt in your blood.
You want to see it—every grain, every wave, every goddamn shimmer of it.
But you also want to let it consume you.
You want to close your eyes just enough to become part of it,
to let the scent of honeysuckle and brine slip into your lungs
and settle in the parts of you still learning how to breathe.
Caught between the car and your dreams,
you hover there,
one hand on the door, one foot in another world.
And maybe you don’t need to move yet.
Maybe you’re allowed to just exist
in that sacred pause—
not running, not reaching,
just receiving.
Grains of Sand
Waves lapping on shore
Caress the sands on the beach
Foam dances and swirls~
A rhythmic, calming presence
Nature`s powerful embrace
Footprints fade swiftly
Swept by ocean`s web and flow
Sands regain the sea~
Life`s transience we reckon
As prints on sands washed by waves
Huge heaps of sand dunes
Blown by the wild woeful winds
Are scattered away~
So is man, a grain of sand
In midst of the universe
I go against the grain, this is the journey I’m in
I waited for reality… until I dreamed.
You’re now a memory, I bought you a cake,
I got lost in the past, and from there, I escaped.
I walked aimlessly, just for the faith
That through all the smoke, I’d see you again.
I kept your words, then tore them apart,
Today I embrace the wind, no longer your yesterday.
How many times I searched for your glance in the shadows,
Ignoring me… made me stronger,
It forced me to hide.
It was my fault, my strength broken,
Power is nothing without desire
Until I found the speed to feel okay.
I caught your gestures, your ways, your stride,
But the glow faded, it no longer knows how to shine.
And your smile… it begins to drown me,
Like a memory that refuses to let go.
I walked aimlessly, just for the faith
That through all the smoke, I’d see you again.
I kept your words, then tore them apart,
Today I embrace the wind, no longer your yesterday.
A grain of sand
In torched desert land
Though many around
Burned with no pain or sound
No man or machine
Can tell the difference in between
Though they look the same
Each one has a different name
Even if you don't what to call
A brick and a brick make a wall
Repetition of the same
Different in number different in game
1/2/2005
People are like a grain of sand shifting daily
Against the grain
Resistance to the
Appearances of
What is undesired..
Constructing a future
With a pleasant
Granular flow..
The plan of a
Reformer
Progressive
Self helper..
Stories of resistance
Against the grain
Already freedom...
The gold of the chest is broken,
and the hand that falls hard becomes rice,
The fruit turns into iron when it goes inside.
The force that makes it strong
The giver one day becomes the eater,
as night.
He is now a merchant,
Not a farmer, a bloody knife.
With one hand, he now donates,
He took it back with another hand. Very nice!
Who will say that it was mixed with the ground?
Two days ago, Now that is above the sky.
Day after day passed
Night after night
the little flowers that smile in the yard
Now the shoe walks upon it
and it does not hesitate to grind.
The man thought he was working
Forgot that he is also a citizen
The farmer lost, and the merchant also in a fight
In the end,
He realizes that he is the most arrogant grain
He is also the mice.
The gold of the chest is broken,
and the hand that falls hard becomes rice,
The fruit turns into iron when it goes inside.
The force that makes it strong
The giver one day becomes the eater,
as night.
He is now a merchant, Not a farmer, a bloody knife.
With one hand, he now donates, He took it back with another hand. Very nice!
Who will say that it was mixed with the ground?
Two days ago, Now that is above the sky.
Day after day passed
Night after night
the little flowers that smile in the yard
Now the shoe walks upon it, and it does not hesitate to grind.
The man thought he was working
Forgot that he is also a citizen
The farmer lost, and the merchant also in a fight
In the end,
He realizes that he is the most arrogant grain
He is also the mice.
Grain of sand,
Why have you come home with me?
Why have you left the others?
Don’t you feel alone?
Oh, I’m fine wherever I find myself.
Grain of sand,
How do you find a place for
yourself amidst thousands of others?
Don’t you feel lost?
Oh, we create room for one another,
Altruism is our watchword.
No one hoards what others need.
Grain of sand,
How did you feel when you’re blown by the wind,
separated from your family?
Although, family comes first,
happiness is not only rooted in family ties,
Home is what you make of that space around you.
Grain of sand,
What’s your view of humans?
Oh, my view,
I’d say humans seem not to think about the end of the road,
They’re often lost in today and inconsiderate of tomorrow,
They don’t ponder on eternity.
Grain of sand,
What’s your word of advice?
Oh, I’d say there’s truth in nature,
In its silence, it speaks,
It embraces the lost,
It brings calmness to the overburdened souls,
It connects us to the Divine.
April 9, 2024.
soft whiteness handheld
gulf of mexico's finest
glistening beauty
quote: " Life is Dry as a desert, lest you find the oasis of love" .. Tanu Vermani
In timeless talk, with a grain of sand I sat,
From beaches wide to river's flat.
Voiceless, yet with tales profound,
Ages old, and wars unbound.
Through time's vast expanse it flew,
With camel caravans it grew.
Desert battles, blood-stained land,
Sands bear witness, silent stand.
On beaches, joy and love they share,
Sand castles rise, dreams declare.
Sculptures formed, by hands that craft,
In shifting dunes, a moonlit draft.
Amongst it all, a whispered plea,
Unity brings salvation, see.
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