grains of sand

lessons sometimes come too late
grains of sand in restless wind
a soul without conviction
placing it all in Your hands

as you turn your back and leave
bits and pieces fall behind
could I have loved you better
thoughts spinning 'round in time

I can't see Your reasons
I don't know, I just don't know
weeds in the garden grow steadily
as I reap the things I sow

lessons some times too late
grains of sand in the wind
a soul without conviction
placing it all in Your hands

Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License