Walking
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© Copyright 1998 - by Jim Pool

I like to walk on the beach of Lake Michigan and make tracks in the sand.  There are small, smooth rocks of many different colors scattered around.  The water is cold and the waves roll in and out.  As the waves move, they send the sand back and forth over the rocks and make the rocks smoother and SMALLER.  By mixing all the rock colors together, the sand becomes a light tan and quite different from the color of any of the separate rocks.

I picked up the rocks which were so warm and smooth.  One was white, one was red, one was gray, and one was black.  Together they make light tan sand.  I can put the rocks in a row or in a pile and count them, but the sand gets washed flat in the waves and is impossible to count.  I can walk on the rocks and no one can tell I was there, but the sand records my passing with tracks very clear.  The rocks stay in place while the sand moves about with every wave.

People are like the beach sand.  They come from places that are very different, but when mixed together they become one.  They are too many to count, move about with every shift, and record the tracks of people passing by.

When I walk with Grandma on the beach we listen to the waves, explore the rocks, and talk about the fun times we have with David and Matthew.   We are saving some smooth rocks just for you so you can feel what makes the beach sand.

 

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© Copyright 1998-2004 by Jim Pool Monday, January 19, 2004