“How precious are your thoughts about me, O God.
They cannot be numbered!
I cant even count them,
they outnumber the grains of sand!” Psalms 139:17
a beach
a tide
a swallowing sky
ocean arms overlapping
as white stallions pull them over
and over
and over
until they are stretched past their due
the edge of their fingers brushing my shoes
beneath me
the sand drunken sea
all moist and muddy with its fill
a border between what is dry
and what the ocean loves to spill
i take more steps
footsteps now a gentle fading
into the warm soul of the beach
the sand grains rearranging
singular particles, packed together in my hand
Shaking them slowly i can see
all the many thoughts
of what the creator thinks of me
and if ever one should say
I am below the eyes around
i’ve got a whole heart of nothing and silence for a sound
i will bring them to the beach
to the tide
to the place of the swallowing sky
and i will show them the sand
look on down, can’t you see
these grains don’t outnumber the many thoughts the creator thinks of me
to stride and not to strive on top of what i never have to earn
a promise the grains of sand sing among the earth
but if i ever i should forget
if there ever is a time
i will go back to the beach
back to the tide
back to the place of the swallowing sky
back to the grains
that sing out my name
all many tender thoughts
about me
footsteps in my walk
now turn to a run
my heels digging into the earth
the wind, every direction in search
the sea now a blur of cool color
and as i go
as i run
i can hear the sound
of billions of sand grains in encircling round
each individually shouting out
“I am the thought about your heart!”
“I am the one about your eyes!”
“I am all of the questions you have!”
“I am the worries of your mind!”
so look on down
to the earth beneath your shoes
the sand grains don’t outnumber the many thoughts
the creator thinks of you
