Ocean of Truth

“I do not know what I may appear to the world, but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the sea-shore, and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.”

Isaac Newton


I do not know about the rest of the world, but for myself, I think I am satisfied to be the small child on the shore, earnestly gathering and polishing the small, usually broken, shells God strews in my path.

My place is here in the shallows, learning to look, to wonder, to think, ponder, love.

I am not much more than a seashell on the fingertip of God.

But then,  a seashell is an astonishment and a wonder.

Praise to the One who creates the seashells, the ocean of truth, ourselves, and wonder itself.

What a flat world it would be without wonder.

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  1. Lisa Beth W.
    Posted January 14, 2018 at 10:36 pm | Permalink

    Beautiful. 🙂

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