(24 September 1825 – 22 February 1911 / Baltimore, Maryland)

A Grain Of Sand

Do you see this grain of sand
Lying loosely in my hand?
Do you know to me it brought
Just a simple loving thought?
When one gazes night by night
On the glorious stars of light,
Oh how little seems the span
Measured round the life of man.

Oh! how fleeting are his years
With their smiles and their tears;
Can it be that God does care
For such atoms as we are?
Then outspake this grain of sand
'I was fashioned by His hand
In the star lit realms of space
I was made to have a place.

'Should the ocean flood the world,
Were its mountains 'gainst me hurled
All the force they could employ
Wouldn't a single grain destroy;
And if I, a thing so light,
Have a place within His sight;
You are linked unto his throne
Cannot live nor die alone.

In the everlasting arms
Mid life's dangers and alarms
Let calm trust your spirit fill;
Know He's God, and then be still.'
Trustingly I raised my head
Hearing what the atom said;
Knowing man is greater far
Than the brightest sun or star.

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Comments (9)

In the star lit realms of space I was made to have a place. Damn! Now that's good writing!
Should the ocean flood the world. A good piece of poetry embellished in rhetoric questions. Well done! Sylva.
A beautiful poem that enriches the spirit.
A huge write - -I am going to read more by this lady
Wonderful poetry with a great flow and rhyming. In His creation even a grain of sand has some importance. And He has a purpose in creating it. Nice poetry.
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