SAND
These days,
they
fall
slowly
Like this sand
in
my
hand
Running through my fingers like thoughts running through my mind
I lose myself for a moment in time.
And I am amazed at how long it takes for this sand to fall through
And I am in awe at how quickly it is gone.
As I lift these gritty stones I nearly tremble in its relevance
In this life there is grains of sand and in life there is elephants
These days...
they...
fall...
slowly...
Like this sand in my hand.
spilling through every avenue that they possibly can.
Perhaps the sand wants to leave.
I mean it's moving so fast.
It is gone at the blink of an eye
And no matter how much I cry
Or weep
It is never coming back
The beauty of this sand that I stare at. On this cool breezy morning on a beach of endless dreams, it just seems that ____ is like the sand; nearly bursting through all the seams.
And I could sit here and continuously stare. Or maybe I should go. Maybe now I could ponder over which way the wind will blow.
But another thing amazes me.
There is a certain portion of the sand that gets touched by the water.
And with the addition of this element, it has now become much stronger.
I pick up this wet sand...
AND IT DOES NOT FALL THROUGH MY HAND!
OH MY GOODNESS! OH MY GRACE!
What a wondrous thing this sand!
And I can see some sand clinging to the edge of dryness, as if it's
dangling off of a cliff
Is this sand scared?
Does it not NEED the water?
It just stays stagnant, swaying back and forth with the wind
Never does it touch the water
Never does it grow stronger.
This sand seems almost accepting of running through hands in the blink of an eye
And this is so strange to see.
sand.
Literally a grain of sand
From STRENGTH and SUPPORT
But I cannot ponder of this sand anymore
As amazing as it is, all I can do is accept that this is just the way that
SAND is.