Every Grain of Sand
I gaze into the doorway of temptation's angry flame
And every time I pass that way
I always hear my name
Then onward in my journey
I come to understand
That every hair is numbered
like every grain of sand.
I have gone from rags to riches
in the sorrow of the night
In the violence of a summer's dream,
in the chill of wintry light
In the bitter dance of loneliness
fading into space
In the broken mirror of innocence
on each forgotten face.
I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion
of the sea
Sometimes I turn,
there's someone there,
at other time it's me
I am hanging in the balance of the reality of man
Like every sparrow falling,
like every grain of sand.
~Bob Dylan lyrics
A morning walk on the Brewster flats
Linnell Landing
2011