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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$ D% N8 v9 b X( S
The pebble is worn smooth
" Z( a) ]# D0 m( Y Made small over time
& v7 T8 Y" Q7 |8 U1 p$ f; g" t' s& T A product of a cataclysmic force of nature4 |" m3 U6 [$ n* @; n
A fragment of mountainous sheets of rock
% A1 C: [! A7 q An accidental offspring of a boulder 5 n: J w2 h3 x b
But just a very small stone.
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The pebble's place in our world
0 J/ ~$ q& U- a% g Is neither understood nor appreciated
5 G0 a# J3 X' d" K4 @ But when thrown into a glassy calm pond + v( U: `" v$ u) S6 H9 \' Y4 V
Its insignificance is transformed3 \/ ~- U/ T2 W# l4 H
Its meaning and purpose is unleashed.
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f( I+ [% W* Y( w! G The instant the pebble kisses the pond' b* p( z% r' H$ ]
Its signature of concentric ripples
1 x* t* V( W$ K% B3 x, T Spiral outwards
2 ^: v6 b4 F0 J3 t3 r3 {. S+ w Moving far beyond itself.
( H# r2 S# F' {# F Gently affecting everything in its wake0 d t8 r" j+ r# |: W, v
Forever altering the smooth placid surface.. x5 c7 Y; y; B C5 ?
! ~6 e5 F4 O! }: e9 }# x The pebble creates its worth and meaning
( _. [' |8 e* L; \$ j By unleashing its unimagined power? ! ? a% n! N4 B+ t
Into a dueling force of action and reaction3 k! F. y) g5 i9 s! ?6 \+ p
Creating karmic energy/ D& _; E7 n$ W
Producing lasting and fluid impressions.
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' a7 e7 Y8 Y* n4 p, m' K$ d" s Aren't we all pebbles?3 y0 e, `& G6 P0 U
Feeling small and insignificant$ e) n' G0 v) V4 ]" ~, Y
But ultimately recognizing $ j3 Y0 v# w n" { i6 {8 l; n
That who we are meant to be" V& o0 B+ _3 z3 H, N) t' a
Can never be measured in isolation
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% X; I- L$ @& m; b S) ]! Q( z2 S" j It is true then:
" B% [" A+ ]" t& F Our everlasting future
; I% e- h& t. G; A0 ^! z Is created by the indiscriminate tossing of pebbles
5 G. U6 I) u$ [( ` Into the pond of life
" w3 l+ V1 h {4 p7 G) l Creating ripples
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+ _; Z; t5 t. H Not because of thoughts
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But because of actions.
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" R7 w/ ^8 W) ^) a/ _ Our life's prayers our answered
5 \- E- w; P% w) M8 T" O$ }/ X Because even the smallest pebble
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. y0 x9 V9 j: z1 j( I' T Changes the course of the lives' G/ n4 y+ \& E2 N5 u
Of those we touch.? + ]3 `' B/ Q& D& b# |2 e
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And when the icy winds of death
1 P9 G) u8 {& K) `4 }# i beckon our lasting attention
0 j2 B9 Z8 B; t4 c4 o, h8 Y8 |6 x( N We will gently leave this life
+ P8 Z2 t+ M/ X; k: j" I$ c With the knowledge that
# Y5 \* Z) ^' B8 e because of that one pebble
5 K$ N3 t" E0 t" L: v( k+ {) W0 V) } The world will never be the same.. |2 [! `& b; `+ k* f
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And then we have heaven …
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Ross Rosenberg1 i) C/ t6 N0 r0 F
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