Marked

Posted on August 30, 2017 by Sue Vincent

Ancient stone crumbles
Washed by eternity’s waves
My footprints linger
Time’s turning seasons altered
By the smallest grain of sand

For Colleen’s poetry challenge

About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent was a Yorkshire born writer, esoteric teacher and a Director of The Silent Eye. She was immersed in the Mysteries all her life. Sue maintained a popular blog and is co-author of The Mystical Hexagram with Dr G.M.Vasey. Sue lived in Buckinghamshire, having been stranded there due to an accident with a blindfold, a pin and a map. She had a lasting love-affair with the landscape of Albion, the hidden country of the heart. Sue passed into spirit at the end of March 2021.

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18 Responses to Marked

Bridgesburning Chris says:

August 30, 2017 at 17:18

And the smallest grain of sand makes such a difference.

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- Sue Vincent says:
  
  August 30, 2017 at 17:21
  
  Every single one of them… remove one and the whole beach is changed.
  
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OIKOS™-Redaktion says:

August 30, 2017 at 17:45

Reblogged this on Die Erste Eslarner Zeitung – Aus und über Eslarn, sowie die bayerisch-tschechische Region!.

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- Sue Vincent says:
  
  August 30, 2017 at 17:52
  
  Thanks, Michael 🙂
  
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  - OIKOS™-Redaktion says:
    
    August 30, 2017 at 17:55
    
    Hello Sue! Sorry, but today i am a little bit late. Thank you for the new postings. Its always great to read. You all are so productive. Great! 😉 Michael
    
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    - Sue Vincent says:
      
      August 30, 2017 at 20:06
      
      Early or late, Michael, I am always grateful 🙂
      
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      - OIKOS™-Redaktion says:
        
        August 30, 2017 at 20:09
        
        Its also an honor for me. ,-) Michael
        
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        Sue Vincent says:
        
        August 30, 2017 at 20:27
        
        🙂
        
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Miriam Hurdle says:

August 31, 2017 at 07:31

Wow, yes, it’s like the domino effect, a grain of sand makes a big difference! Thank you, Sue!

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- Sue Vincent says:
  
  August 31, 2017 at 07:49
  
  Even the smallest thing is still part of the whole.
  
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  - Miriam Hurdle says:
    
    August 31, 2017 at 09:04
    
    How true, not everybody can see it. That’s why some people are said as having tunnel vision.
    
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Erik says:

August 31, 2017 at 21:36

I always think, as I walk the beach, about where each stone and grain of sand came from over the eons, and what journey each traveled to be where it is at “this moment.” You captured something true and beautiful in this short poem, Sue.

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- Sue Vincent says:
  
  August 31, 2017 at 22:10
  
  Thank you, Erik. Have you ever looked at pictures of sand under a powerful microscope? It is such a perfect metaphor for human life and our place within the greater creation.
  
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  - Erik says:
    
    September 1, 2017 at 01:34
    
    I was obsessed with viewing things through microscopes as a child, and still feel just the same way when I get the chance as an adult. But sand … yes, magical.
    
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    - Sue Vincent says:
      
      September 1, 2017 at 07:19
      
      Yes, me too. I can still remember even the smell of the slide case….
      
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dgkaye says:

September 1, 2017 at 02:34

Beautiful and profound Sue. ❤

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- Sue Vincent says:
  
  September 1, 2017 at 07:13
  
  Thanks, Debby.
  
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