Note: I don’t remember how a sermon inspired this one. Miracles. That was it. The insertion of miracles into natural law. Comment and like below!
Land and sea drawn in chalk
On Little Child Drive
Across asphalt and sidewalk
Intricate shores and oceans
Triangles for mountains
And arrows for the motion.
In the space between
Ants built a hill to live
And weed plants teemed.
The life competed in space depleted
So he took a chisel to the path
And the edges of the chink retreated.
The following day, in summer’s banality
The heavens opened on the microcosm
To fill with river the crack in the boys reality.
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It started on the back of my thigh. I remember sitting on the sidelines, proud of my 6×4 patch of body hair. The other students continued there badminton games, while my mind cast forward.
A well trimmed lawn of manhood grew on my face and chest. A paisley tie hung parallel to the trimmed suit as I walked into the meeting of executives. My wife saunters about our red brick home. History would ripple with my life like a finger drawn through water.
Thirteen years on, though, my beard is Swiss cheese and I wonder every day whether I’m making a difference. Well, I know my life has impact, but when a grain of sand hits a windshield, does it turn to glass or leave a scratch?