Every Grain Of Sand

Through my fingers,
down and down.
Slipping, falling,
every grain of sand,
every little life,
every heart calling,
for salvation.
But I cannot save them.

Into the depths of fire,
past the raging waves.
Wild animals
tearing limb from limb,
blood and gore,
pain and brutality.
They scream,
they cry,
they pray.
I cannot help.

And they loose their faith,
turn their backs
as they slip from my fingers
into the cold abyss below.
I try to bring them back,
I try to make my love more clear,
but everyone must die.

To the dying baby
of the formerly happy couple,
to the man falsly accused
taking his last breath in jail,
I am sorry
but what must be done,
must be done.

And every golden grain of sand
slips away from my grasp,
pouring steadily into the water,
the abyss that I created
and the one I must destroy.

I wish you all knew
how much I really care.
But everyone must die.

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veronica1296's picture

Wow. Where to start? Your

Wow. Where to start? Your poetry us truely amazing. A nice little tug at the soul. Very well organized and thought out. You have the most poetic soul I have ever seen (other than famous poets). I don't know what you're doing on this website. Go get your stuff published for real. Keep up the great work. If you have time, check out some of my poems and crituque them so that I may be as good as you. Thanks and God bless.

Go-a-Green-a's picture

Thank you very much! I will

Thank you very much! I will take a look at some of your work. :)

saiom's picture

exalted compassion

your universal compassion is exalted.. like that of a bodhisattva

It's my belief that all beings are made of God's love, on a journey of love
back to God....

you do what you can... and then relax knowing they are in God's hands



Go-a-Green-a's picture

Thank you. I write what comes

Thank you. I write what comes from my mind and my heart.