This Sand
This sand,
Tiny bits of earth and rock,
Marking paths through thickets.
This ground, stomped flat
By those in search of berries,
Ambling lovers
With secrets in flowers.
This sand,
Tiny bits of earth and rock,
Creating mosaics and desert dust
Under hot sun,
A bed for cacti
Stretching to oasis.
This sand,
Tiny bits of earth and rock,
Amassed into clay,
Forming bricks for castles,
Mortar for walls,
Concrete for roads,
And glass for windows.
This sand,
Tiny bits of earth and rock,
Drenched in the tides
Of hungry waves
Pulling beachcombers
Toward the sea, and
Making a bed for
The feathers of gulls.
This sand,
Each tiny bit of sand,
Chiseled down from earth and rock
Into specks of hardened dust,
Beseeching the Light,
Am I enough
To hold up this world?
Am I enough
To bear this grace?
Poem: Copyright © 2018/03/18 Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.wordpress.com
Image: “Sands of Time” digital art ©Martha Harris See Martha’s Artistic Flarings @artisticflarings.blog
