Sit on the shore, as the sunset fades,
run your fingers through the sand
grip,
grasp,
squeeze,
as the grains
flee downward.
Now scoop broadly, loosely, gently
some grains fall,
some stick to
finger tips,
most rest.
Notice mica, silica, granite
endless sizes, shades, shapes.
The stars begin to assemble,
glinting into the night,
answering the roll
call
of Abraham’s descendants.
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