"I stood gimlet-eyed in the Hall to Paradise."
Each castle built of sand and of dust and dreamsMust go again to them, and the sky's listless gazeSees ruin to their lofty stand, but all is not as it seemsFor each time and again held full the glass of days.
Yet again, how synchronistic of you to make mention of sand castles. Just this morning, I wrote an entry that involved sand castles!Here it is copied verbatim:5/28/2010Lord, I thoroughly enjoyed the thunderstorm you sent last night. Like sand, love slips through our fingers. How we must gather it in anew each day. How many handfuls of sand before it becomes a castle?
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