Each day I walk down <br />to the the seashore, <br />watching the rising sun <br />my eyes tired, burning mirrors. <br /> <br />Thinking about the same things <br />as I stand there. <br />And I haven't found out anything yet, <br />no matter how hard I think <br />or how hard I force my mind <br />only the sun's morning light <br />I seem to understand. <br /> <br />But yesterday I saw a little boy, <br />in the sand he dug a little hole <br />with a seashell he was bringing <br />water and put it into that hole. <br />Running up and down <br />between water and the sand <br />over and over again. <br /> <br />'What are you doing? ' I asked <br />'See, I'm pouring' he said <br />'the entire ocean into this hole.' <br /> <br />'You can't do it, no. <br />For the sea is mighty you know, <br />Too tiny for it is your hole' <br /> <br />And he said: <br />'Well I saw you before and I tell you: <br />the day you <br />understand <br />what you came to, <br />the sea will be <br />already in that hole.'<br /><br />Marton Dezso<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/augustine-s-lesson-man-meets-an-angel/
