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Seven years ago I was asked by a friend if I was "religious and if I believed in God?" As a (formerly) practicing agnostic I quickly answered:"no." However, I defended myself by explaining that I lived my life according to universal principals of "right and wrong" (as I understood them). Because I believed that our deeds create a lasting effect on the world, I felt confident in my everlasting future. In other words, I wasn't worried about there being a heaven or not. I told my friend that when I die, I am banking on knowing that my impact on the world will be ever lasting. My "heaven" will ultimately be the creation of the the sum total of all my actions. 2 s4 S; z/ n) |% B8 [8 \- g" N
7 Z, x0 M5 ?+ Y9 O0 F6 ] I will never forget my friend's response: he looked at me with glassy eyes, and told me how deeply spiritual I was. I didn't see it. It took five more years to see what he meant. Such was the inspiration of the following poem I wrote.: z; a6 W" Y# w( z M6 k
* ~( u& w/ n; j- c. y Heaven
4 I6 o1 W7 f1 A9 p& C1 z The pebble is worn smooth 3 \& E Q# n3 Y
Made small over time0 R. V- B, C; h6 p3 \1 l
A product of a cataclysmic force of nature A1 z7 X3 C9 B; l7 c9 F) l
A fragment of mountainous sheets of rock
0 U4 B* Y8 _: }: J2 _# k" i; y1 s$ C An accidental offspring of a boulder I* T! j2 s, G% H' O
But just a very small stone.
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6 I( o. c6 t! @ The pebble's place in our world ' L7 S/ i" O( P" E$ W
Is neither understood nor appreciated2 a% i& e* F v1 d5 L+ Q
But when thrown into a glassy calm pond
7 g) t' |4 p1 S, |/ W; M Its insignificance is transformed
$ f; \- \1 ~+ ^# b Its meaning and purpose is unleashed.
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The instant the pebble kisses the pond2 [8 _' l* O3 q$ v' w J$ t2 T
Its signature of concentric ripples 8 l, G' i0 |6 Q
Spiral outwards 7 @' @1 t8 W4 R
Moving far beyond itself.8 i. E4 F! ?" S5 _9 M; t* U
Gently affecting everything in its wake0 I8 t; l5 ?% A2 l
Forever altering the smooth placid surface.
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The pebble creates its worth and meaning
. A4 e$ v `4 ` By unleashing its unimagined power?
3 j) ^ {6 V5 s% o" b Into a dueling force of action and reaction, Y; t# h6 Z. n% u. q
Creating karmic energy+ U1 L- b4 s- g! D$ C9 Q
Producing lasting and fluid impressions.6 O& K6 u/ D' h E5 H% g) g) k
8 E! y5 g: }! l+ P/ E Aren't we all pebbles?- M3 c0 q/ ~6 z6 W
Feeling small and insignificant
5 Q5 O! @- U! b But ultimately recognizing
$ z+ l# ?( b6 c- ` That who we are meant to be
9 e0 y4 I" w% f- R" n' x, [ Can never be measured in isolation+ y7 G, ^, {" {2 b. N- c1 x
on a path into ourselves.
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It is true then:1 |5 G& T4 K4 y3 ?3 i5 {' `
Our everlasting future
5 Z$ I2 N. R. R7 n Is created by the indiscriminate tossing of pebbles& k# {5 Q2 k4 k7 d. \
Into the pond of life
* |5 J/ l3 |7 K6 C$ ^/ c) T Creating ripples
+ _. T) d# \1 M: A% g$ j v that leave unique mark on our world
+ z% ]8 R- H( [ Not because of thoughts r# a4 X3 p2 u& [" G2 x7 p* c
not because of well meaning plans6 Z! y# M& Z. X: Y2 C! T- M
But because of actions. # i6 K' L, c2 w8 |
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Our life's prayers our answered
0 m, w3 |0 C' P Because even the smallest pebble
: f2 |5 G! K" O6 R No matter how seemingly insignificant
5 z% p, ?6 B) ] Changes the course of the lives
4 ~8 N9 T. r$ B Of those we touch.? 6 f8 y2 y; P7 v i& R: P1 o
: e. m' }* t" ^- p, C And when the icy winds of death
. a% K% i6 e9 a beckon our lasting attention8 B+ n. m2 i6 m* l3 @9 ?
We will gently leave this life
' u- k) r5 `0 c, t+ m+ a With the knowledge that
: r! Q/ m6 @7 Z1 f because of that one pebble & V# Y" l* y0 d/ Y# H% C
The world will never be the same.
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And then we have heaven …3 ~- u- V! O5 ~( G* {
; r8 ]* |2 c8 o Ross Rosenberg- H, o# {5 e, }! q9 Z" V
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