The Little Flower spoke
Of being like a grain of sand
Small, almost insignificant, worn
And maybe too
We can go to where silence is born
In the desert, with Jesus, God-Man,
Keep him company, a little grain of friendship
Chattering in the breeze
In the desert these forty days.

Grain of Sand in the Desert
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