I am an infant in this place.
The sand between my toes -
Stone beaten into grain
By water relentlessly pounding -
Was born millions of years ago
Violently exuded through miles of deep ocean
To form this island.
My being, by comparison, is but an instant old.
My life, next to this ocean, is so small as to not exist.
What could trouble me here?
What human pain or folly could possibly alter
The ancient perfection of this landscape?
The wind that moves my hair
Flies across the waves unfettered.
The sun that warms my skin
Warms too each grain of sand, each palm frond.
I hear the movement, feel the light.
I am illuminated from without and within.
Alone, yet surrounded.
Small, yet part of the grand whole.
Hope and love are easy here,
Effortless as the lapping of the sea
Against my sandy feet.
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