We dangle by a flimsy thread,
Our little lives are grains of sand:
The Cosmos is a tiny sphere
Held in the hollow of God's hand.
Give up your anger and your spite, And imitate the Deer, the Tree;
In sweet Forgiveness find your joy,
For it alone can set you free.
Our little lives are grains of sand:
The Cosmos is a tiny sphere
Held in the hollow of God's hand.
Give up your anger and your spite, And imitate the Deer, the Tree;
In sweet Forgiveness find your joy,
For it alone can set you free.
( Margaret Atwood )
[ The Year of the Flood ]
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