Sifting through Sand

[Katey]

Sifting through the sand, searching for man
Walking through the dessert in a nomads land
I came upon a saint where the sinners stand
Thought about confession and telling the truth
But my mind was a lair of looking for proof
In my best contention there came an intervention
It’s then I saw the glory in an interesting story
It might have been transfixion, or maybe just addiction
But I found myself a muse to this lucid sight of man
Woke me up from feeling of nothing to lose
Now I’m living proof and a well-lit fuse
Eyes wide-open heart in motion
Once a disbeliever, I thought he was dreamer
A heavy potion in life’s eternal ocean
Once was blinded and now I am reminded
A brand new fixation on such a situation
Not the clap of his thunder, but in the smallest wonder
Let loose ties that blind and open my mind
Left without a grain of sand ,only grace left in my hand

 

[popsadie]

Thank you for writing this. It expresses for me many of the emotions I've had lately with my faith...i love "not the clap of his thunder..but in the smallest wonder let loose ties that blind(nice play on 'the ties that bind'....

 

[Katey]

oops it should say desert.. not dessert ha!!

thanks... it is a play on searching for my faith as well..sometimes you miss the small things that hold a big message