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A Tiny Grain
1 min readAug 13, 2019
The mind is a tiny grain
It’s force, we can’t restrain
It’s deluge and flood we suffer
Results of trouble we cause another
The weight of this tiny grain
Grows as we seek worldly gain
When we can’t hold it any longer
We may begin the inner ponder
The influence of this tiny grain
Will begin to wither and wane
When wisdom’s made the cook
Recipe’s original, not from a book
When we’re thankful for this grain
It ceases to be a source of pain
Joy and sorrow continue to drizzle
But our gratitude can’t be fickle
