On my journey.
Causal stroll.
Sand gives way beneath my feet.
*
Hole deepens.
I sink.
Distress in heart reaches no bones.
*
Head drops.
Tears fall.
Raise my eyes up to blue skies.
*
Droplets spurt
out veined cracks.
Faulty man made walls.
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I lick
salty truth
as it trickles.
*
Mark rushes
to the widening hole.
Tosses #13 line out twice.
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“Your Maker sees you!”
Grab hold! ‘Stand firm!’
Just keep your feet steady upon the Rock.
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©Nisti K Delgroothe 3/4/17
Nisti K News 