What is like the sand? Stars are like the sand… They drop a voiceless truth On paths of trodden earth Along the desert’s dearth And forests rich with mirth. Yes; stars are like the sand. What is like the sand? Snow is like the sand… Its tiny sparkles left On towering mountain cleft To never leave bereft Of pond’rous snowy heft. Yes; snow is like the sand. What is like the sand? Rain is like the sand… It pours a happy tide Where silver clouds abide And splashes down the side Of heaven—like a slide. Yes; rain is like the sand. What is like the sand? Time is like the sand… It runs between the lines Of space we realize And years and age defines As—ceaseless—it refines... Yes; time is like the sand. What is like the sand? Seeds are like the sand… They settle in the clay Upon a springtime day And smile at the ray Of sunlight giving way. Yes; seeds are like the sand. What is like the sand? Man is like the sand… He passes through his sphere Of desperate hope and fear And does his best to steer T’ward things he holds most dear. Yes; man is like the sand. What is like the sand? Thoughts are like the sand… In countless waves they burst With fragrance sweet, immersed; Or floating fancies cursed, Inflicting passion’s thirst. Yes; thoughts are like the sand. What is like the sand? Pain is like the sand… Like sharpened grit it snags The heart—the mind it gags; Through aching mud it drags, And clothes man’s soul in rags. Yes; pain is like the sand. What is like the sand? Faith is like the sand… A tiny mustard grain Implanted in the vein Of sorrow, joy... and pain As holy fruits sustain. Yes; faith is like the sand. What is like the sand? Hope is like the sand… It beads a steady light Through ebon mists of night And in faith’s strength so bright It substitutes man’s sight. Yes; hope is like the sand. What is like the sand? Love is like the sand… A natural flame inside Where selfless needs reside; A tender loss of pride Embracing joy supplied... Yes; love is like the sand.
COPYRIGHT 2022 BROOKLYN K. BIEGEL
Wonderful poem Brooklyn! It just amazes me how you’ve been able to put such beautiful truths into poetry.
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Beautifully written! I love how this poem feels heartwarmingly familiar, ( not the poem, but it’s essence) is vibrantly painted with verbal scenery, slightly tinged with the mysterious, and full of solid truth all at the same time! Inspiring as always (:
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I’m glad you could identify… thank you, Emi: I appreciate your words.
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That’s sweet of you, Sydney – thank you.
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So beautiful, again, Brook! Like someone’s already said, you’re writing so often expresses what we somehow ‘know’ but perhaps haven’t thought to articulate, or even know how. Reading this was almost like drinking from a refreshing mountain stream.
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Thanks, Bree. Some things are obvious, yes… I’m glad the words could turn the obvious into a small
inspiration 🙂
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My favorite lines are:
He passes through his sphere
Of desperate hope and fear
And does his best to steer
T’ward things he holds most dear.
And:
A natural flame inside
Where selfless needs reside;
So much wisdom in this poem! The Q & A format works well. There is a spirit of gentleness and clarity.
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Thank you so much.
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