Tiny grains
impossible to count,
precious few
destined
for oyster's shell.
Substance within forms
pearl's iridescence and beauty,
irresistible to our eye,
even as we are to
His.
How precious are Your thoughts to me, O God!
How great is the sum of them! If I should count them,
they would be more in number than the sand...
Psm. 139:17,18a
