A Fistful of Sand

I am but a grain of sand.
How can I be part of You?
You hold me, that one grain of sand,
in Your palm,
and take me to our Father.
Yet if a grain of sand could weep, I weep bitterly -
look how small I am
- I am one tiny grain of sand
useless, passive, lifeless,
blown with the wind,
and carried away by rain -
Why do you hold me in Your palm?

Without each grain, there is no sand.

Resting in Your palm, I am a grain of diamond.
Your palm is the beach that holds us together,
Your palm is the landform, dune, sea bed, shore and coast;
and tiny diamond grains of sands are we.