Just a Grain

shoreline

And wave after wave

Batters my foundation,

Uncertainty of the sea;

Currents shift

And I drift,

Find footing here,

Lose balance there,

But always,

Ever,

I am on Your shore.

I Just Can’t…

Can’t see the buds for the blossoms,

Can’t find the leaves for the trees;

Can’t think the thought for conundrums,

Can’t hear the hum for the bees.

Can’t view the sun for the shadows,

Can’t feel the thorns for the hurt;

Can’t convict death for the gallows,

Can’t taste this bliss for the dirt.