SAND

SAND


SITTING ON THE BEACH
SIFTING SAND FROM MY HAND
WATCHING THE WIND TAKE IT AWAY
MAKING NEW CONTOURS ON THE SHORE
ALWAYS RESTLESS
ALWAYS MOVING

I MAKE A MARK IN THE SAND
BUT THE WIND COMES
 IT IS NO MORE
ITS PLACE IS GONE FROM MEMORY

THE WIND BLOWS WHERE IT CHOOSES
 NO ONE KNOWS
WHERE IT COMES FROM
OR WHERE IT GOES

I LOOK AT THE SAND AND SEA
 THINK
WHO HAS GATHERED UP THE WIND
IN THE HOLLOW OF HIS HANDS
WHO HAS WRAPPED UP THE WATERS
IN HIS CLOAK
WHO HAS ESTABLISHED
ALL THE ENDS
OF THE EARTH
 WHAT IS HIS NAME,
 THE NAME OF HIS SON
 TELL ME IF YOU KNOW

THE SAND IS BLOWING WHERE IT WILL
THE OCEAN IS SAFELY IN ITS PLACE
 I
INSIGNIFICANT
AS A GRAIN OF SAND
GOING WHERE THE WIND WILL TAKE ME
CONTENT
THAT GOD WILL TAKE CARE
OF HIS OWN


FRANK A VOLLMER