Granite grandeur draped in snow,
soft whisper falls, clear water flows.
No hand extends to measure time,
no cares ascend, no worries find.
For purpose fades into the still,
a tranquil peace here in the chill
What part of time and space am I?
So small beneath the endless sky,
a spec of dust, a grain of sand...
yet cradled in the Master’s hand.