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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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# W% @ f! V8 {/ K) w) _+ m1 p 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.$ W: R3 l6 D9 q0 X% S- P* s8 S0 @" V
4 s3 g* ^' M" x- d. D Heaven
0 g" U9 D' S) F The pebble is worn smooth
$ A; u; s0 W3 q, |) r3 S! z Made small over time# Q' F* u9 z. P& }' ~
A product of a cataclysmic force of nature. }& D! C. h( J+ a
A fragment of mountainous sheets of rock& `7 c/ E; N4 J- `6 u/ I
An accidental offspring of a boulder ! I0 T. Q/ k1 v& Q
But just a very small stone. : \% h. J7 \" U# F0 J$ ~
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The pebble's place in our world 9 Z+ [: W0 b, R- X7 G
Is neither understood nor appreciated/ q; B# j5 i( Y5 E2 [ R2 K: w8 C6 ^. g" |
But when thrown into a glassy calm pond
+ w! T% {, B' C Its insignificance is transformed
" m) F& G% h3 f0 \1 O Its meaning and purpose is unleashed.
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+ M3 k: `+ H5 N$ `2 f3 L The instant the pebble kisses the pond- H7 Y& |% ]8 a3 x- v# S% e
Its signature of concentric ripples
T$ g6 P% h ?2 x& ?% [ Spiral outwards
5 E5 a x6 C8 x( q* } Moving far beyond itself.! y9 }4 r0 i' Q
Gently affecting everything in its wake4 Y3 @# d6 H& x4 s( n6 o4 o$ X
Forever altering the smooth placid surface.
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The pebble creates its worth and meaning + h8 S1 ^9 f1 @* d
By unleashing its unimagined power?
, v" H; q4 M! P0 d Into a dueling force of action and reaction
# @. ?' S$ a5 h% I Creating karmic energy6 N8 U! p# |& ~" y# ^
Producing lasting and fluid impressions.. Q8 J g; f; P' v1 _- Z- F V/ U6 ?8 K( @
8 ~ m/ o7 f Y+ d- Z Aren't we all pebbles?
2 Q$ X- f1 C, G4 r& o( a. T Feeling small and insignificant
8 w& \7 l+ b- I% T+ | But ultimately recognizing
+ I& R2 }( t2 Z$ E# @5 t That who we are meant to be8 P: g( ^) M/ k- X R0 ]
Can never be measured in isolation
- @8 u8 q4 U5 g6 Y% m2 h: A on a path into ourselves./ l0 d) N) O# N! Z
' [ c7 d5 b8 |: S _) h It is true then:
# S8 }' _+ t2 w$ Y* t4 o V Our everlasting future
" o6 q. J& W ^% D Is created by the indiscriminate tossing of pebbles
2 j. @) |$ Y4 ?9 H Into the pond of life" i s' R- e6 [; G6 _! c: }7 w
Creating ripples 0 Z6 M, L" s5 V7 G" C6 H( ^
that leave unique mark on our world
, _& D: G1 D( W' L Not because of thoughts , t, [: A X1 a3 ~) G
not because of well meaning plans
) L5 e! x! R, E! K# p But because of actions.
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) ?- k/ r3 C! j& ^) I Our life's prayers our answered- s* M% ^& K6 a' X+ w5 j
Because even the smallest pebble
^1 _& X/ M' S& y+ R No matter how seemingly insignificant
0 r8 S' ^# @6 ^$ i& @ Changes the course of the lives
! u% B- Q% f! k E8 O% G4 ~$ R Of those we touch.? 0 |9 F( c, s- q+ h
4 y$ \( g% u; V0 y. I! ^8 Y- d And when the icy winds of death5 K+ W* H8 e) j! w$ P1 K( u, B
beckon our lasting attention
5 y8 }6 _( b# ]# ` We will gently leave this life
3 _! c4 ~" V5 v: h: g; f) n. O With the knowledge that
+ v# Q V, p2 V: c. [& W( V because of that one pebble
7 p) k8 I; m4 O' k& u The world will never be the same.6 ]2 ~. h i9 B/ n
: h3 B4 d; }1 K% u6 n( I And then we have heaven …* W/ N& [& I/ ]
+ t' z% J+ P T4 F/ }1 R% Z5 i Ross Rosenberg
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