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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
v0 k ]0 J Y( c The pebble is worn smooth 0 A' [9 Z* q% k) p2 P, U/ Z( Y+ h
Made small over time+ O/ e, o! y& _$ B+ [
A product of a cataclysmic force of nature
* J. R/ p6 i# r A fragment of mountainous sheets of rock
7 v7 E, C- h9 `* Z3 S1 K An accidental offspring of a boulder
$ |; `! U4 a4 r" D But just a very small stone. : c! `- b$ l* A& U( W, t' ~
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The pebble's place in our world
5 C3 j) c" j- w7 z, K Is neither understood nor appreciated9 u4 S7 w0 j% r* p7 j
But when thrown into a glassy calm pond
. O, y) K, }/ b Its insignificance is transformed
+ l& A: H5 O j+ a u2 ^/ K Its meaning and purpose is unleashed.9 e, x8 L- [1 V& b, I5 l W
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The instant the pebble kisses the pond) A% N( f+ L9 E
Its signature of concentric ripples
/ H! r, k9 n4 Y0 A Spiral outwards 3 Q; x8 D4 `! ^$ i
Moving far beyond itself.' ]' c U* E8 [5 y
Gently affecting everything in its wake
- V6 a. F( X' M+ D8 y6 s- X Forever altering the smooth placid surface.
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1 k* y' g, l6 ~3 O0 L% _3 ~; z The pebble creates its worth and meaning
9 o+ L3 s1 e+ D By unleashing its unimagined power?
" W; T7 U4 j( I Into a dueling force of action and reaction
c6 a. {' f7 ?5 Y; O1 G Creating karmic energy, \9 L( G8 n) |8 n1 J$ R8 a
Producing lasting and fluid impressions.
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% b' r. D) R4 k# }6 ` Aren't we all pebbles?
1 l1 H+ A& i1 f+ n5 S2 b* \# ` Feeling small and insignificant
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That who we are meant to be
) F& ?) l6 ?" ? Can never be measured in isolation9 t! q6 h1 u3 O9 s9 Z
on a path into ourselves.* k B9 x$ a |8 f, s0 y4 W* R
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It is true then:4 Q) D/ Q- R- j9 S9 Z% [. p
Our everlasting future
0 M p- h6 z) p% @5 W2 Q7 T! U6 Z' y Is created by the indiscriminate tossing of pebbles
! S- T# T4 E" z- y Into the pond of life
, J, Q5 D' H0 \3 ^# v Creating ripples % \# p5 C- }5 S$ U Z& i b0 n8 S
that leave unique mark on our world
; t* A6 D; p9 v! X6 f* C Not because of thoughts ( q$ N3 h* A* j+ }. d
not because of well meaning plans9 n3 A+ ?1 o0 c0 Z& A, E5 ~/ ^
But because of actions. # [6 N, l4 w! ?: G- s
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Our life's prayers our answered
5 {1 L8 m, L3 W) Y Because even the smallest pebble & i, a* l: r& q' g) F, j. D
No matter how seemingly insignificant5 | _, b0 T6 @: A$ U0 ^, k$ r
Changes the course of the lives
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And when the icy winds of death- `8 g, H# O$ @9 ]& `2 R
beckon our lasting attention' _/ N; o' v7 {* I- M( N
We will gently leave this life . u% _- Q' T$ ~% t) q5 x
With the knowledge that / ]6 [2 s2 S8 e) L" S6 J6 a8 M: Z
because of that one pebble
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And then we have heaven …
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$ k" b. I$ G! Q Ross Rosenberg: z1 W/ P- j& W
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