Monday, August 27, 2012

The Sand on the Shore

Sit on the shore, as the sunset fades,
run your fingers through the sand
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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