Standing still next to this sea.
Sure and small my stature.
It does not care my title, position,
strength, worth or will.
A single drop of water all at once
and nothing compared.
On this shore I stand.
Each grain of sand, tiny, found and free
from the rising rock above.
It is still.
Nor does it move.
Without tide or faith.
Or other unseen.
How is it a grain of sand from this rock and mountain made?
A great ocean, and it’s creator,
surely immensely more than a man.
Still
Submitted work by L.W. Lundstrom
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