Holding the Sun


I hold the sun in my hand.
I am not God, but I am of God.
The sun is God; I am a sunbeam.
The thunder and lightning of the
storm is God; I am a raindrop.
The crashing waves of the ocean
are God; I am the kiss of foam
on the tip of a wave, a single
grain of sand on the beaches
washed by the hand of God.
I am not God, but I am of God.

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