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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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Heaven7 `: {/ f' h5 l! }
The pebble is worn smooth
: ?# }$ H- G+ o Made small over time
9 f- k, @- m/ ]- T A product of a cataclysmic force of nature
& [3 ]3 i# x/ [7 q A fragment of mountainous sheets of rock( N: [2 L2 l; W2 n8 a& b2 H
An accidental offspring of a boulder
: F5 p, p+ f9 W& p* @$ D But just a very small stone. & l7 s4 V. }" P+ e* C% p' `% c
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The pebble's place in our world , @. u9 G& `* [+ _' w/ z, Q
Is neither understood nor appreciated
4 K7 f" Y7 L t6 k5 a+ r' C But when thrown into a glassy calm pond $ ^2 y* b/ i) C1 t+ j# D2 h. R
Its insignificance is transformed
' z: Q/ I$ _' ^" {1 U( M Its meaning and purpose is unleashed.3 ~1 u# o! a3 B# [! F8 B' F5 _
0 j* H0 ^4 x7 b, |/ @) S The instant the pebble kisses the pond
. [2 W: L5 v0 R B, _. ^ Its signature of concentric ripples
) B6 R+ G+ `8 \6 f0 D, K4 q$ b% _ Spiral outwards
) C) u+ W1 R1 P& C9 o% n" H; e Moving far beyond itself.. Y \2 h3 Q+ |4 n$ a6 T6 f
Gently affecting everything in its wake J k' c6 Z. T( r( `
Forever altering the smooth placid surface. u6 G5 P2 [0 c+ ~& V' Q
5 k" N8 ?0 c+ o7 T The pebble creates its worth and meaning
- c, l. T- s* j By unleashing its unimagined power? 9 |+ S3 ~. _# T
Into a dueling force of action and reaction
( O. ?: R: Z! y Creating karmic energy4 C3 h5 G6 K* H+ S) Y, Q7 l
Producing lasting and fluid impressions.
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Aren't we all pebbles?
6 v+ {, Z7 W' U9 d- \5 x) u$ I Feeling small and insignificant
5 r, q/ w5 V6 N, W# q; ^ But ultimately recognizing
8 C5 ]5 j. B/ l8 m( p5 Z That who we are meant to be( {& A5 d4 v! ^. n
Can never be measured in isolation
! h- t. ] k; N1 m9 K; g6 u; N% h on a path into ourselves.6 z) b$ M8 B9 F* A
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It is true then:
9 ]+ K6 n% P- B) Y Our everlasting future
4 y* r; T, u1 `8 v Is created by the indiscriminate tossing of pebbles- d" K. B4 V+ y) p0 }2 z4 Y
Into the pond of life$ b0 o: d( t. q/ N9 s
Creating ripples
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( T( r8 L$ b' Y( Y- |: Y4 c+ P2 u Not because of thoughts 7 X4 q7 U8 ]% t$ z
not because of well meaning plans
! G, {0 p) J P3 ? But because of actions.
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6 \+ S5 {: Z f1 g# K6 F Our life's prayers our answered; @( t' r' j" u$ M2 c4 [. A
Because even the smallest pebble 8 W) I3 u @+ r
No matter how seemingly insignificant" X* r7 H6 c. m4 S
Changes the course of the lives
0 ~, B1 m8 R& o1 L Of those we touch.?
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And when the icy winds of death
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We will gently leave this life
1 i+ U0 F# O7 \2 W) r4 I2 g: p J9 z With the knowledge that
& N( i0 a# _2 ]; V4 H& N because of that one pebble 9 S) Z9 R2 c% _! K% S* R: C, q
The world will never be the same.
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$ \9 u% @, `: l7 j8 Z; a% y And then we have heaven …! P# ~2 k; Q0 ]1 B$ m$ {
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Ross Rosenberg
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