Monday, June 08, 2009

just like sand


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.

1 comment:

Cami said...

Me, too: "Just like the sand." I love this.