A Grain Of Sand
By Robert William Service
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.
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Tuesday was quite cool after our gorgeous weekend -- I don't think it ever got above 60 degrees. We were visited by many birds and a greedy squirrel while I did chores and laundry in the morning, then we took an early walk in the afternoon to the beach and saw ducklings for the first time in the sand.
My Voyager group watched "Equinox Part I" -- finally, the end of the fifth season -- then we had tacos for Tuesday and walked out to the dock. Now we're watching more of Foundation, which is pretty heavy-handed but not as much as the books. From Picnic Point Park, some animals we met by the Sound:
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