Brevity.

If life is just a breath of air

And nothing can’t take us anywhere,

If we are but a speck in the sand

In the world which’s ensconced within his Hand,

If Solomon’s thoughts of meaninglessness are true,

What does this mean for me and for you?

It means make your one breath a breath of fire!

That ignites a torch so that all may see

We are not alone on this beach

There are thousands next to you and me.

So love that speck-with-one-breath you find

Yourself next to cause they’ll be gone

So very soon.

High tide is coming with the moon.

Love your fellow specks of sand

Made in the image of our rock and our salvation.

We, though very small, are all part of this scene

Our Rock choose to break himself for us 

So that all of us together could remain forever His queen.

So here we lie, surrounded by our fellow one breathed, tiny, Rocklike, specks of sand. All of us in our own unique way resembling the Rock, our Father. But we lie here afraid of the inevitable tides that sweep all away. We sit here among each other afraid to be lonely. We think that just because we’re slightly misshapen with a bulge here or a crack there, that we’re less. That our part does not matter.

How silly it all is in the big scheme,

The sunrise scene.

We are the sand that gives footing to the sea! We help reflect the Son.

He is beautiful. We are beautiful. And He rises to warm us! Everyone!

So I’m going to use my life, the brief breath of air that I am,

To realize I’m part of the plan and to say thank you! to the I AM.