The Sunday Posts 2012/Grain of sand

A Grain Of Sand

If starry space no limit knows
And sun succeeds to sun,
There is no reason to suppose
Our earth the only one.
'Mid countless constellations cast
A million worlds may be,
With each a God to bless or blast
And steer to destiny.

Just think! A million gods or so
To guide each vital stream,
With over all to boss the show
A Deity supreme.
Such magnitudes oppress my mind;
From cosmic space it swings;
So ultimately glad to find
Relief in little things.

For look! Within my hollow hand,
While round the earth careens,
I hold a single grain of sand
And wonder what it means.
Ah! If I had the eyes to see,
And brain to understand,
I think Life's mystery might be
Solved in this grain of sand.

Robert William Service
Photo by Alistair.


Hmmm...delusions of grandeur.

Not you Alistair, Service.
Indigo Roth said…
Hey Alistair, I really like the sentiment here, but I'm with Mr. Bastard. I think Blake said it better, anyway. *wanders off, grumbling* Indigo
Alistair said…
Ah well - there's always another chance to please this weekend...

Rebecca S. said…
Well, I find relief in little things, anyway. (by the way - my nephew is in Edinburgh right now, gearing up for the fringe festival. If you see a handsome, bearded tall lad named Christopher, say hello :)
Alistair said…
Me too Rebecca.

I hope your nephew is waterproof! Seems like it's been raining for weeks. Today's been the best for a while.

Edinburgh is a lovely city and absolutely at its best during the festival. I hope he enjoys himself!

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