beginning as a mountain
big as half the world
broken down by lightning
while peals of thunder unfurled

fell into the sea
to stand in the way of ships
the north sea threw itself at me
till I went to smaller bits

the world heaved back
then it shuddered forth
I rolled into a river
felt the rage from its source

with my back to that river
and my face to the sea
here I am that grain of sand
as small as can be

from the good Lord’s earth beginning
until the scroll is read
I’m seen it all behind me
and I see it all ahead

© Joel Clayton Tipple