Thursday, August 1, 2013

No Answers

I have no answers
this man of God
who kneels before the mountain
bruised but not broken, battered but still not beaten
Questions fill every pocket of my soul, as I crawl across the floor 
Trying blindly to match the right answers to their mates
Neither straight edges nor middle pieces find their beshert
So I breathe in the comfort of the blessings I know
And count them diligently 
like grains of sand I'm adding gently to a worn down shore 
one piece of silica at a time
Wishing I could melt them all into looking glasses
that would let me see what time has in store
for my dreams and prayers yet to come. 

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