Certain Things

                                                Certain things
                                    Like a grain of sand
                                    Gather to a greatness
                                    Perhaps through some law of Nature
                                    Or the Creator's subtle hand
                                    Often such things

                                    Sink into memory
                                    By their sheer denseness
                                    And quality. And resurface

                                    From time to time
                                    As a haunting refrain
                                    Of our joys and pain

                                    Yes, certain things-
                                    By quirk of Nature
                                    Or the Lord’s guiding hand

                                    In the oyster of the brain
                                    Like the grain of sand
                                    Pass into the sublime.