Friday, November 12, 2010

In His Palm

I am the rock
in His palm.

I am held.
Thrown
in whichever direction He pleases.

I am a rough object
in His soft hand.
Smoothing over time.

I am sand
Crumbling
in the wind, rain, and storm.

I am a rock
Sand
made shaped and solid

in His palm.

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