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 dying voice within me
reaching out somewhere
Toiling in the danger
and in the morals of despair.
In the fury of the moment
I can see the Master’s hand
In every leaf that trembles,
in every grain of sand’
— From Bob Dylan’s “Every Grain of Sand”
When Bruce Springsteen inducted Dylan into the Rock ‘n’ Roll Hall of Fame, he cited the sublime and deeply spiritual “Every Grain Of Sand” as an example of his best work.
That was a mouthful considering His Greatness Mr. Dylan’s body of work.
It was undoubtedly inspired at least in part by the famously gorgeous line from the God-loving mystic William Blake’s Auguries of Innocence:
To see a world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour.
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