Standing upon the beach
in the middle of everywhere
within the vortex of omniscience
tidal wave of revelation-
I, a miniscule mote of Creation
amongst an Infinity of Creations-
even the grains of sand upon which I glance
and make my ephemeral imprint
humble my weary soul.
I have only begun to grasp
the concept of Him-
the round, hard chalices of my bloodied, skinned knees
the callused balls of my well-travailed feet
now surrendering their reverent hollows
to the warm sands of the fathomless Creator
the Alpha and the Omega.
And so the ends of all ends begins
the beginning of all beginnings He sends
upon His gentle breath of Life
the winds.
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