Granite grandeur draped in snow,

soft whisper falls, clear water flows.

No hand extends to measure time,

no cares ascend, no worries find.

For purpose fades into the still,

a tranquil peace here in the chill

What part of time and space am I?

So small beneath the endless sky,

a spec of dust, a grain of sand…

yet cradled in the Master’s hand.

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