Just like the sand
Just like the sand
I wander in endless patterns
moved by moon-tide
and the countless spades of life.
Just like the sand
I abrade and irritate
probing toes and fingers
that comb my surface.
Just like sand
my castle walls
are futile gestures
crumbling bastions.
Just as with sand
each new day brings
a blank canvas,
the scouring tide
of forgiveness,
in bread and wine dawning,
brings unspoiled strand.
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