Grains of Sand (a poem)

At the end of the rope, there’s hope
Is what the flame-eyed man said
On the edge of the homeless shelter bed

He’d seen it all, he explained, and each
Of us is a grain of sand in an expanding
Universe that’s interconnected
All a string in a vast spider web

He stroked his gray beard
The encounter was very weird
But I discerned that he was a wise man
And it was all part of God’s plan

To receive his wisdom and tempt
The hands of fate, which when tested
Always create new opportunities
And chances for redemption

(Photo by Clint McKoy on Unsplash)

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