Fashioned for eons by the molecules

Of Nature’s great tumbler

Dashing, Crashing,

Until each one is rounded, smoothed

Unique

Harvested and arranged for function

And beauty

Bound by the mortar for purpose

And so it is with our memories

Forged from our beginning

Crying, laughing, loving

Sculpted in our own mind’s tumbler

Some jagged, some rounded, some smoothed

Each Unique

Gathered and arranged for function

And beauty

Bound by the soul for purpose

 Copyright 2009 Patrick A Granfors