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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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8 r- t7 P: t$ H4 V 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.9 L$ r. C# |& z
# q! K! Q* C( w' K Heaven& I" Y4 F+ G! e3 l" E
The pebble is worn smooth 1 V! O/ z0 ?. v, y/ f
Made small over time
7 F5 l5 n1 m* v! Z( z& t( ?2 T A product of a cataclysmic force of nature! m3 Q4 ]( G# u# Z4 K
A fragment of mountainous sheets of rock j7 \" T8 J/ Q. i) ^
An accidental offspring of a boulder ) ^+ X6 L# E- e
But just a very small stone.
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2 s4 K+ \ _% Y The pebble's place in our world
u& h9 X4 e. |' `& X Is neither understood nor appreciated
5 Y ^- l5 } _1 } But when thrown into a glassy calm pond
3 s' u3 H2 z! a9 r Its insignificance is transformed
9 c( a3 L! U+ l% _ Its meaning and purpose is unleashed.: g0 G: D9 j2 ]) }+ S
5 y9 {$ z2 t, c/ k8 G* F' |6 ?- h The instant the pebble kisses the pond
& o; t3 l5 _6 Z' [) ~, m. D- t) l& s Its signature of concentric ripples ; |+ x0 s( e9 d- Z- q+ n! e
Spiral outwards # Y$ Q4 {' h3 G
Moving far beyond itself.% r+ z1 b/ }$ r4 J4 {* @
Gently affecting everything in its wake; N3 S3 ^) ?9 @; C
Forever altering the smooth placid surface.0 X' y. b L6 }4 w! [
1 t0 |, n4 t y* r The pebble creates its worth and meaning ( T; |3 r8 v7 t( i/ Z: z
By unleashing its unimagined power?
/ M# h; B; V# Y$ L) d Into a dueling force of action and reaction
( L: G& K4 J( ~' m y Creating karmic energy5 Y" h6 n0 _. X! d
Producing lasting and fluid impressions.
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Aren't we all pebbles?
. `, q1 G: M' t7 n- }$ k# `( f0 C Feeling small and insignificant* p0 B: W( N D) u
But ultimately recognizing ' | k* z1 {1 ?. r- }+ e; U( a
That who we are meant to be5 C6 }1 A8 l0 `9 f+ D/ W
Can never be measured in isolation) X7 H- z) l( Q
on a path into ourselves.5 e1 L: e1 {% _7 k. f4 H
4 f: S) G" [, P It is true then:
9 p1 R* p/ `6 t/ [0 J Our everlasting future K4 G1 O# }3 N) F( W
Is created by the indiscriminate tossing of pebbles
. n) n* K: K4 w& T. S- a# j Into the pond of life
. K# U* o4 h% G* X9 v) n0 T1 G Creating ripples
$ q5 R( z, v/ T1 t: `% l0 y+ ] that leave unique mark on our world
. v7 n' j/ ~: y$ w% k Not because of thoughts
7 ^- y# f, k& }9 ?) Z- j not because of well meaning plans
" E" J; L' e& S9 K/ m: f7 W3 C" O But because of actions. % }1 q2 d6 V/ v, K: t( m
3 m, |9 M! A: V6 E- M Our life's prayers our answered
3 A. f6 m0 f, S1 G: ]# P Because even the smallest pebble : k! M8 ?3 Q& `- Y: W
No matter how seemingly insignificant7 x% R6 V( l9 D
Changes the course of the lives
~" d! {# z+ v Of those we touch.? 2 ?2 N* \. B* @: {/ h
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And when the icy winds of death
" p' T3 I1 |5 q beckon our lasting attention
7 G$ P# e# @* T) y; h# e/ W; i We will gently leave this life % z+ |) ^$ h- w8 ^; \
With the knowledge that
. a$ @2 |2 a7 I7 T k because of that one pebble - _ {4 @0 o0 F8 H6 [7 _% X1 `
The world will never be the same.% d# B- d5 P+ x3 U. K& x
# n# n$ W9 H2 K5 F8 g1 }" K! c/ } And then we have heaven …* r2 L. h3 c, E* B* \* T5 m
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Ross Rosenberg1 D5 C, k/ M2 h8 K& h: f
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