A Hand Full of Sand.........

Here we stand...contemplating the elements of time and
Gods placing of mountains and seas
Why.......and where .....when even the experts
should be humbled and on their knees

She stands before me .......describing the layers
of stone .......her diploma in hand
How little we all know ........this canyon
these dry seas ....a hand full of sand

She looks at me and asks where is it all
heading ...doe's anyone know
I look down to the earth at my feet
as a breeze begins to blow

The questions are answered already
it's just we ....that form the missing link
The answers are always in the open
all we have to do is think

We aren't so great at opening our
minds .....that's no surprise
When we think wiith our hearts .......
and listen with our eyes

She knows more than I .......of that
there's never a doult
Though still we cannot heal the earth
when the doctor is out

Again she asks .....impatient and smiling
as I bend and clasp my hand
And she watches me stand turning
as I release a hand full of sand


I listened to a geologist give a talk at one of the national parks in the west , she was very good at describing the ions of time , the layers of stone and sand , of old oceans long gone and of the native peoples , Anasazi ,Navajo......Where it all went .....and why it left deep canyons , hard dry mountains and hollow arches of stone..........It just got me to thinking of where it all goes ........... perhaps , to handfuls of sand.


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CheyenneAutumn 5 years ago

From dust we came to dust we will return - and the dust will scatter more and more until we are no more even a speck on the dark matter of the nights sky....

In the mean time we are blessed to see the wonders of this earth unfold around us and to have the vistas before us to draw our minds in thought and wonder.


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ahorseback 5 years ago Author

You've got that right , Laurie ! Hugs to you .


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sligobay 5 years ago from east of the equator

"Like the sands through anhour glass; those are the days of our lives"was the opening for an old soap that I used to watch long ago. The sand was once a formation of stone that has been eroded by time and the elements. The age of the Earth is a humbling subject reminding us of our mortality. Thanks for your thought-filled poetry.


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QudsiaP1 5 years ago

ahorseback, isn't it odd? Maybe even absolutely bizarre how some things that may appear to be mundane to most could inspire some thing so beautiful?

A word of advice sire, do re-read it for a spelling or two, my intention is not to embarrass you, far from it, my intention remains to perfect the perfection that you have created.


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ahorseback 5 years ago Author

Sligobay , Yes all true , thanks for sharing. Gerry


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ahorseback 5 years ago Author

QudsiaP1, Thank you , sometimes I get ahead of myself in my daydreaming ,Thank you my beautiful friend.


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MsDora 24 months ago from The Caribbean

Another excellent expression. Thanks for explaining how your thoughts initiated.


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rajan jolly 23 months ago from From Mumbai, presently in Jalandhar,INDIA.

So good to see how such a simple thing as listening to a talk, a thought can spark of such creativity.

Nothing is of permanence here. from dust we arise and in dust we merge. Like our Scripture says "This world is but a dream, nothing is real".

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