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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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2 @+ S% h' ^& t# x: I! h) t 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.& h6 O3 }) P+ k5 r. \
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Heaven) r& J) r5 O5 [, q
The pebble is worn smooth
: }6 d, i" a& n# K4 p. @ Made small over time& H$ Y% s' V2 F9 z2 k0 ?2 f
A product of a cataclysmic force of nature: p6 A+ q" o& |) |$ n1 z/ ~
A fragment of mountainous sheets of rock
! H$ F5 [9 U8 n2 S An accidental offspring of a boulder
: ]# `8 A4 ]. j% a( ]& ~, U But just a very small stone.
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The pebble's place in our world + G7 J+ c9 K, N6 O, b* X9 e
Is neither understood nor appreciated
4 T* O( b# y8 D9 V+ z But when thrown into a glassy calm pond
( ~: W( M3 ^& H, } {% O Its insignificance is transformed
0 j; U" }2 [1 p+ \8 E. V Its meaning and purpose is unleashed.
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3 M o1 e8 ?) m# G% F The instant the pebble kisses the pond& Z" R5 ^; H8 |: B
Its signature of concentric ripples $ `- G8 ]. E4 W7 }
Spiral outwards
+ s/ v% Y' \/ Q! c7 f, {- z: b# k Moving far beyond itself.& S6 x5 b& X, w: G
Gently affecting everything in its wake
/ _, s6 q( o% X3 D8 u6 [7 [8 r7 u Forever altering the smooth placid surface.- J: C9 G: \, @5 o9 r
; p6 l0 s0 W0 j6 I6 y The pebble creates its worth and meaning ) n, {; {4 n8 }% ?* [4 g
By unleashing its unimagined power?
" g: [. T( u8 D8 }; Y3 y Into a dueling force of action and reaction& x7 I) F: `+ F2 }: F
Creating karmic energy6 X* P" K1 }: S( s) M
Producing lasting and fluid impressions.+ ^1 d$ X, ~5 V" [+ L
) I; @/ y( p$ X" I1 r Aren't we all pebbles?
" M3 B1 U! m' C E. K Feeling small and insignificant c& i5 f6 b D; B7 f
But ultimately recognizing 1 O) B6 s" _3 ]* D' K
That who we are meant to be0 T9 C# f% b/ D; I H
Can never be measured in isolation* C, a3 I- h/ c& R/ c
on a path into ourselves.
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( G+ M6 }4 ]. }/ O) J& L5 {( X It is true then:; ]6 ?( Y7 ~$ A! O6 E9 x- O
Our everlasting future 2 s; g; k2 Y0 r8 i. T
Is created by the indiscriminate tossing of pebbles! i, s0 E! v. f! V0 b9 y2 a
Into the pond of life5 Y( c0 b. S( E
Creating ripples
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5 C) A. Z( o5 w1 p4 A& o1 x Not because of thoughts
6 g5 Y4 P9 ~. v! |8 c not because of well meaning plans
/ M$ t) F4 q0 X8 c% Z1 b But because of actions.
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3 s9 |6 Y% L# n9 d L) ]( H Our life's prayers our answered
# T8 U- w: E( G$ p- V! Q5 r Because even the smallest pebble
9 I( L' `, w1 B3 d% B No matter how seemingly insignificant5 E0 _* |# R% j& F* z" O
Changes the course of the lives
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And when the icy winds of death
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4 ?9 `- a. j8 g1 \ We will gently leave this life " r% [ L c9 D4 J
With the knowledge that 8 U- h: S" @$ N6 N: U- `3 {7 e
because of that one pebble # ?4 |/ i5 F" C' F1 e! v( j9 Z
The world will never be the same. L4 y8 E# l( ~0 \( P- O
, B0 h( \% X! k: c; n, Q And then we have heaven …. M6 M$ X2 H; u" r# E/ H
" [( A- R6 ]6 L2 A3 n+ _% j4 o* C Ross Rosenberg
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