Like a grain of sand
along the water's edge
seemingly small in infinite space and time
Inconsequential being,
Humbled in my walk
As the waves crash among the parting sides
I realize my insignificance
on the brink of resounding grace.
Like every grain
that serves its purpose well,
I hope I'm able
to soften the burden of the man
whose foundation resides in me.
For, if I am incapable of standing firm
They will plunder into the violent sea.
Yet, as the strength of a thousand horses,
God enables me to stand steadfast
And not even the trample of a stampede
will bring dust up from the earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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