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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.1 P3 ^! m: ]0 n' `+ a6 C' } P! o
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Heaven# }# m- ~& v$ ^' b1 r+ q
The pebble is worn smooth
3 I8 P* ]0 \9 m Made small over time
- @. v' I7 [) ~/ a A product of a cataclysmic force of nature% R# m+ ~* A: U! d* @7 }
A fragment of mountainous sheets of rock
: Z: [% l3 T9 { U% }) `1 G1 M An accidental offspring of a boulder : t3 J1 {; q+ G6 C [
But just a very small stone. " U7 K! t2 w: B( \4 ^
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The pebble's place in our world
Q- K* a8 }5 ~4 G9 r' X4 ~+ q Is neither understood nor appreciated
, L6 a; {& D! O. T But when thrown into a glassy calm pond
( ~6 [/ ]' [: H% u2 q6 u; J Its insignificance is transformed" n( i) Y5 V3 m, i
Its meaning and purpose is unleashed.; ]3 N% Z6 Q5 s9 O
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The instant the pebble kisses the pond0 _! R$ i5 Z7 D9 w, I
Its signature of concentric ripples ; l0 @8 J0 B+ b) `
Spiral outwards
2 I, P Z9 _ o2 \" s: ]4 I0 m Moving far beyond itself.+ e" m1 L8 }% F& h& r" Y$ L* d
Gently affecting everything in its wake
. ~" i- m0 D% l- x3 B Forever altering the smooth placid surface.5 s X+ ^* P( T' m
" o+ {' h( W& U0 Z The pebble creates its worth and meaning ! N( W9 ~5 |5 ?/ z- j# t5 i7 `3 P
By unleashing its unimagined power? " w6 l% T0 _- A5 g
Into a dueling force of action and reaction" E+ h" v5 @: l0 C9 N2 `( I+ ]& }
Creating karmic energy& h+ O. j4 D4 g5 H# N
Producing lasting and fluid impressions.
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Aren't we all pebbles?; a o& t0 ?1 A: g1 `0 v+ {7 X
Feeling small and insignificant
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That who we are meant to be
5 @3 L+ P3 X" }. q2 b2 K+ d5 } Can never be measured in isolation( B9 s9 H: }( B8 `
on a path into ourselves.9 `0 B" s6 o- g. ?4 O
, _! s" t1 }' U3 B It is true then:
! C( |2 f8 ]- K% u8 v, `6 \ Our everlasting future
/ Q$ ?+ V0 q/ {$ h( d Is created by the indiscriminate tossing of pebbles
) k# ]* P! D; n8 E: h! w6 Z' D Into the pond of life
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Not because of thoughts - w9 c( U- M/ F& C7 O7 i
not because of well meaning plans" e* Z) ], c- e% F
But because of actions. ) t& k+ [9 J0 F& c" b4 o7 x& x
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Our life's prayers our answered; L5 _3 |) V9 D: t4 _' g5 B
Because even the smallest pebble ' f. u! t) ]$ D E: n3 U
No matter how seemingly insignificant
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Of those we touch.?
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4 X' j$ t0 }, t" X And when the icy winds of death9 c( w5 G9 \# W7 B/ \4 G6 I* P
beckon our lasting attention3 `1 r% V1 B( e' C) P
We will gently leave this life
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because of that one pebble 5 w$ S) S4 A6 u' _- w+ v
The world will never be the same.* h; d9 x" E+ X1 n, _% O6 h
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And then we have heaven …/ v7 f$ T' |5 H' d
# a/ x7 z, P2 b. e- K Ross Rosenberg9 I; S; d# ~: r: {. E; l4 B3 \" M
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