Grains of Sand

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.