Every Grain of Sand

A Transcendent Moment

Have you ever had a moment when you connected with a song in a way you can’t really explain to anyone else, like a transcendent music moment?

I had one yesterday during an even larger transcendental moment, which happened like many deeply spiritual moments, while I was washing the dishes…

To put it briefly, and mostly to mark this moment in time for myself – I had a time of prayer that dealt with a lifetime of issues – in short, powerful bursts of forgiveness, enlightenment and restoration… like 10 years of therapy in 30 minutes.  It was quite amazing and I’m still happily discovering all kinds of surprising benefits from this sudden shift in thinking and being.

The song which was part of this moment was Every Grain of Sand – written by Bob Dylan, and sung by Emmylou Harris on her Wrecking Ball album. This song is track 7, and I had been listening to the whole album straight through when it came on…

The moment felt like the solutions to the questions I had just prayed minutes before came rushing back towards me like a tsunami, in waves that crashed on my shores, eliminating a lifetime of burdens and carrying them away.

It was such a powerful moment, one that’s really too large for words, but I just wanted to make a witness of it and remember it with this song…

Listen to the song here:

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Every Grain Of Sand

In the time of my confession, in the hour of my deepest need
When the pool of tears beneath my feet flood every newborn seed
There’s a dyin’ voice within me reaching out somewhere
Toiling in the danger and in the morals of despair

Don’t have the inclination to look back on any mistake
Like Cain, I now behold this chain of events that I must break
In the fury of the moment I can see the Master’s hand
In every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand

Oh, the flowers of indulgence and the weeds of yesteryear
Like criminals, they have choked the breath of conscience and good cheer
The sun beat down upon the steps of time to light the way
To ease the pain of idleness and the memory of decay

I gaze into the doorway of temptation’s angry flame
And every time I pass that way I always hear my name
Then onward in my journey I come to understand
That every hair is numbered like every grain of sand

I have gone from rags to riches in the sorrow of the night
In the violence of a summer’s dream, in the chill of a wintry light
In the bitter dance of loneliness fading into space
In the broken mirror of innocence on each forgotten face

I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea
Sometimes I turn, there’s someone there, other times it’s only me
I am hanging in the balance of the reality of man
Like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand

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