"To unpathed waters, undreamed shores." ~William Shakespeare

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