More of the stunning sand art of Ilana Yahav, can be viewed at her website. Her vision and talent are truly brilliant.
In the poem below I read US, you and me and everyone on the Earth, into the words describing the individual "gods" that are tasked to bless or blast, And steer to destiny this fragile planet.
Have a good weekend, everyone. If, in the course of the weekend, you do just one big or little thing for the environment try to stop back here to write what it was. I promise to do the same.
A Grain of Sand
If starry space no limit knows
And sun succeeds to sun,
There is no reason to suppose
Our earth the only one.
'Mid countless constellations cast
A million worlds may be,
With each a God to bless or blast
And steer to destiny.
Just think! A million gods or so
To guide each vital stream,
With over all to boss the show
A Deity supreme.
Such magnitudes oppress my mind;
From cosmic space it swings;
So ultimately glad to find
Relief in little things.
For look! Within my hollow hand,
While round the earth careens,
I hold a single grain of sand
And wonder what it means.
Ah! If I had the eyes to see,
And brain to understand,
I think Life's mystery might be
Solved in this grain of sand.
-Robert W. Service (1874-1958)
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