The Speck of Grain

A speck of grain in the middle of the floor
Not just any floor, a colorful floor
With blues and yellows and grains of marble
But there is that speck, just there
Dull of existence but full of life
No curious eye notice its there
Oh Lord, I cry, make them aware
Or give it courage to dance, to grow
to reflect joy and love to show
Though idle the speck may feel
As long as I have You so near
Its time will come and it’ll be a storm
A storm of good, honor, and exist
All eyes will be on it
-random poetry

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