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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. " w& w# Y" e$ I) U! O7 w
9 K+ E; |! D2 r8 h 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., j4 c. Z7 p% d0 b
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Heaven
# R- ?( E$ V: W* q5 L! C The pebble is worn smooth % C6 ~7 w/ `: ?& x" S3 N* [' P6 E. a
Made small over time
* F/ J6 X; ~8 E0 c# ~7 r A product of a cataclysmic force of nature
: h; U u( \2 b& N6 v A fragment of mountainous sheets of rock
$ D8 B/ ]3 _" ]1 p N4 l An accidental offspring of a boulder
( n2 G! V5 R7 G8 S0 [ But just a very small stone. / w8 j' t9 X) D6 o' |: S) R) s
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The pebble's place in our world 5 W0 p. Y7 l9 a. l" F6 e% i4 I
Is neither understood nor appreciated% C9 f2 n% M, }1 e
But when thrown into a glassy calm pond
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Its meaning and purpose is unleashed.( a+ c: G! T- ~+ S+ J
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The instant the pebble kisses the pond
" U" O2 c- ?5 q" M& \3 m Its signature of concentric ripples
. C" O, v& F# a! \" } Spiral outwards / ^9 U8 B0 ]4 Z7 ^# o
Moving far beyond itself." V) f& d+ h5 b- m
Gently affecting everything in its wake0 v6 _9 `' o6 O- H% D
Forever altering the smooth placid surface.+ G( m4 m1 h# }. U6 v. S2 G" M3 u
) _7 g6 {! m, c, v! c/ G, e The pebble creates its worth and meaning
3 x( j& v( @. v By unleashing its unimagined power?
# ~2 q" H2 G0 K- _" Z" D8 n Into a dueling force of action and reaction
/ }- O" g( E/ L Creating karmic energy5 R( ]4 D0 \$ [0 X
Producing lasting and fluid impressions.
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4 W: t/ N2 x" o* d7 m, o Aren't we all pebbles?
7 U& T' G1 k/ I5 Q' N1 T Feeling small and insignificant
& v' I8 C( R1 g1 n- e1 b But ultimately recognizing
& I6 j Z; b+ _# E/ M6 a; D+ H( ^ That who we are meant to be5 `* [! I9 X% @7 b/ F L- Q
Can never be measured in isolation
, {, N6 ?3 M5 _: ? on a path into ourselves., U) ?0 ^$ ~* G" ?) q' m
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It is true then:0 S1 e" f1 V' M
Our everlasting future
2 T% J& e; U% \) D( v# o Is created by the indiscriminate tossing of pebbles
( f2 M. _2 t x, B$ H Into the pond of life1 m- ?6 P( T: y( z$ J. B4 T
Creating ripples
5 `1 H5 k; v) X8 ?7 R that leave unique mark on our world : W1 @/ [2 g! }# Y: {$ e' W
Not because of thoughts 5 r& Z3 y; s( ~+ M3 W+ \) H( r5 a" ]
not because of well meaning plans
; h7 o! \& c( [. Y But because of actions. # \& `! R( r8 D- X" H% P0 p
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Our life's prayers our answered0 F- J+ @# l0 M$ [) h
Because even the smallest pebble
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Changes the course of the lives3 N) K8 H5 p, ^! v
Of those we touch.?
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, _& e) f5 L' a And when the icy winds of death2 B$ L- Q) q6 u- H7 G4 \
beckon our lasting attention3 J% F; t- m( h7 u3 F% x) \% M
We will gently leave this life - q: b1 ^$ c) ^
With the knowledge that & I8 h3 Y0 w4 G
because of that one pebble
: r8 j9 Z$ _( X9 q9 Q5 H8 P The world will never be the same., u, v- ]/ B; E* H7 a! t" Z
% C. x; E( A6 k' M& T! g5 x2 I And then we have heaven …
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Ross Rosenberg4 F9 I) ?) E2 y% T: T/ @
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