Job. 6:3 For now it would be heavier than the sand of the sea: therefore my words are swallowed up.
Grains of Sand
Shards of glass, window broken
Words unsaid, never spoken
Lining up the grains of sand
I reach out to grasp a hand.
No one sees me standing there
Arms outstretched in deep despair.
Calls unheard, emotions dripping
Grains of sand, my fingers slipping.
Fragments of a former storm
Threads just barely keep me warm
I extend a trembling hand
Seeking out one grain of sand.
There along the barren shore
I am offered an open door.
Carried from this desolate land
Rainbows blink on grains of sand.
Prov. 27:3 A stone is heavy, and the sand weighty; but a fool's wrath is heavier than them both.