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This Sand

This Sand

 

This sand,

Tiny bits of earth and rock,

Marking paths through thickets.

This ground, stomped flat

By those in search of berries,

Ambling lovers

With secrets in flowers.

 

This sand,

Tiny bits of earth and rock,

Creating mosaics and desert dust

Under hot sun,

A bed for cacti

Stretching to oasis.

 

This sand,

Tiny bits of earth and rock,

Amassed into clay,

Forming bricks for castles,

Mortar for walls,

Concrete for roads,

And glass for windows.

 

This sand,

Tiny bits of earth and rock,

Drenched in the tides

Of hungry waves

Pulling beachcombers

Toward the sea, and

Making a bed for

The feathers of gulls.

 

This sand,

Each tiny bit of sand,

Chiseled down from earth and rock

Into specks of hardened dust,

Beseeching the Light,

 

Am I enough

To hold up this world?

 

Am I enough

To bear this grace?

 

Poem: Copyright © 2018/03/18 Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.wordpress.com

Image: “Sands of Time” digital art ©Martha Harris See Martha’s Artistic Flarings @artisticflarings.blog

 

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Behold “The President”

Behold ”The President”

How stately you are!

Of ancient Earth,

You were born

And so you live with the

Integrity of Mother Earth

And stature of Father Time

In God’s garden.

We are but specks to your grandeur.

Your massive significance,

Your full crown hidden,

Invisible by your omnipresence,

Takes us skyward

To our conscience and

Consciousness.

Though struck by lightning,

You are indestructible.

Overseer of those in triumph and

Those in sorrow and need,

Our caretaker, you harbor our souls.

All life is your Congress.

Your roots, sustaining us

With sacred water.

Your branches, a refuge,

Calling all to your arms.

Your leaves, our pantry,

Bounty for the needy.

Your breath, purifying our spirits

And honing our souls.

A historical icon, yet you are humble.

How then, could men come at you

With axes and saws?

How could they deplete you for profit

And squander your worth and reputation?

These tiny minions made miniature

By your esteem

And massive shadow?

Who are they who would

Wrestle life from your rooms

And steal from your larder?

You are not theirs to pilfer by deceit.

But those who despoil you,

Have they forgotten

Who you are?

 

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Copyright © 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard

Image: https://m.thevintagenews.com/2016/05/17/the-amazing-president-is-3200-years-old-its-so-big-that-it-has-never-been-captured-in-one-photo/

Image: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2568138/Extraordinary-length-shot-President-one-largest-trees-Earth.html

Image: https://roadtrippers.com/stories/11-reasons-to-visit-sequoia-national-park