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Tiny grain of sand, hard as glass,
I think of you as unattached, independent,
free to follow where the wind blows and water flows,
as oblivious to others as a ball bearing.
How is it then that you congregate by the trillions?
Inert and self-contained, what power brings you
together with your fellow bits of rock?
The force isn't mutual attraction,
animal magnetism, or chemical bond,
yet you gather with your peers in rolling dunes
whose surfaces are sculpted with patterns
of ridges and valleys that look all the world
like God's fingerprints.

Photo of wind-sculpted sand, North Algodones Dunes Wilderness Area, California.
Click here to see a gallery of sand dune photos.

Photo and prayer 2015 by Danny N. Schweers

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Comments from readers.

Harold wrote:
Beautiful, Danny.

Royster wrote:
Danny, lovely aesthetics and thought. Thank you for the wonderful gift you give us every week. I have a different take on sand particles because I do stained glass as a hobby. Silica transformed.

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