A GRAIN OF SAND AND A BOULDER
In my restless youth, wandering aimlessly at times
Much as a tiny grain of sand;
Now, in honest comparison
Those I’ve loved since and love now
As a large granite boulder, too heavy to lift.
The mind flashes often with memories
Some kind, some even shameful
Things forgotten by Heaven
But subtlely forced repeatedly upon a man,
Things long ago forgotten in the sanctuary of grace
Weighed on the scale of truth
And blown away as finest dust
With the gentle voice and holy words
Of the gentle and Holy One.
Righteous discipline demands watchfulness,
True waiting demands readiness;
The kingdom of mercy rises up continually
New life washes away the old,
New wisdom and new love
Pure water washes over each footstep.
Old thoughts, old deeds
Wasted efforts, wasted desires
Again, as a tiny grain of sand;
Those now loved and served in comparison
As a very large granite boulder too heavy to lift.