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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.
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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.
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Heaven
% i/ v+ r, j* t4 ]3 @ The pebble is worn smooth + v8 \4 v* j) l8 ]
Made small over time
# `4 `" B g. D; \; S A product of a cataclysmic force of nature
5 i9 M" v I- K; P. n, A2 q6 K A fragment of mountainous sheets of rock
8 X" g7 q& n8 \: ~ An accidental offspring of a boulder
) f: J! @ P5 H9 A But just a very small stone.
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$ |) l5 p, y0 I- s0 i7 c, } The pebble's place in our world # l4 ?; u7 N6 o8 d d2 A
Is neither understood nor appreciated
X2 f* a2 V0 t+ _( k But when thrown into a glassy calm pond
1 @( }1 c( x7 W d. k Its insignificance is transformed
: d. \- d; M; e- e! c Its meaning and purpose is unleashed.
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) V7 P" J9 V1 i } The instant the pebble kisses the pond
% n* ]; J, H$ \+ y F Its signature of concentric ripples + O* P7 E, m" b1 L1 ]: H0 ^
Spiral outwards 6 p" g: C) K# A$ Q6 I- x% ~
Moving far beyond itself.% s* S' g6 [/ X g& s G
Gently affecting everything in its wake
& W1 P& S; N: Q/ W, Y Forever altering the smooth placid surface.0 b( S0 W: M5 q; Y( r' R; Q
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The pebble creates its worth and meaning 8 }0 N% z. O7 ]- ?6 l; p. N, O/ J$ V. a
By unleashing its unimagined power?
4 u3 m& \4 B3 S% p3 f: u Into a dueling force of action and reaction7 D- [1 B4 S |
Creating karmic energy
+ v, _: Q- M4 u( g6 ]) x Producing lasting and fluid impressions.9 H S d$ n( v+ r8 f8 r
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Aren't we all pebbles?
$ V5 @5 x h' s- j6 N8 q, h1 R Feeling small and insignificant) G/ {" P$ r% t: ?3 ]+ w
But ultimately recognizing : W) V4 m; q( _5 g0 V' o
That who we are meant to be
% m! Z% ?3 }" T0 V+ v5 a Can never be measured in isolation
1 b+ s- V' }+ o+ {1 |) p on a path into ourselves.
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It is true then:
1 p. {' y$ F/ c' V5 M- [+ m Our everlasting future
; X3 Z' ]1 P+ x2 V! j2 M Is created by the indiscriminate tossing of pebbles& W8 S \! T) B: S
Into the pond of life3 G" d0 @+ W5 _9 h2 B
Creating ripples
& t( z5 e" S4 v' y that leave unique mark on our world ' @" J* A3 w/ V& O ^8 G
Not because of thoughts 1 R7 U' q5 I0 n. |! j, ?
not because of well meaning plans
- X. S h+ q6 a6 L But because of actions. 3 e' [, o9 r \# {
, H8 K6 q) \2 W6 v1 ?/ y8 s Our life's prayers our answered- Z3 m7 q8 P& m8 N3 y) H0 ^, B
Because even the smallest pebble
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Changes the course of the lives
1 b. b/ B3 {+ X. [. R9 K y9 Y Of those we touch.?
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And when the icy winds of death4 ]+ t+ f% U: z9 g
beckon our lasting attention
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With the knowledge that
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The world will never be the same.
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: _( F/ ^, m0 P1 \; W7 a4 c And then we have heaven …6 H {+ n& R$ I0 W$ o8 G7 }3 q- X( v
! j5 {- t# g- U1 e2 z6 C2 ` Ross Rosenberg8 n" R( i% i; q1 {/ l" N# }% l
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