These Sands
Grant Hope #13
Etched in sand finely
the breath of life infinite and timely
the final stroke of God’s hand in each curve of birth to life
Some have the gift of beauty
others a gift of heart
skills in so many ways that set them apart
lines in the progress of a work of art
dance in controlled chaos
definition comes and goes
while imagination leads from beginning to close
Yet in the sands of time
these grains of sand do not blow with the wind
you are no mere gallery of gawkery
but the pride of God in the highest
breathing with ticks of the organ of life sustaining
the music of the blood in your veins
is of the guest of honor
as the final strokes of His hands
bring musicianship to the passing days and thereafter
Knowing the beat of you
is the best one could be given
the best you can find
to praise in living art of any age and time
because you did it of your own life
your own mind
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