Grain of Sand

I, grain of sand,

loosed into unity

so long ago when

some Abram hurled

audacity down through the

course of time.

Who am I,

when scrawled into the

epic, to be born to faith out of

nowhere, from nothing? I,

sent windward, for

wind will have its way, when

mortared claims to facts and formulas

have worn their welcome.

We are all, each,

called to this;

One, wild, so free

as to beckon


come dance in a swirl

at the feet of


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