Quote: If I tell you that I have a gem folded in the palm of my hand, the question
of belief arises, but if I unclench my fist and show you the gem, it will not...
Buddha
A Fistful Of Diamonds Or Colored Sand
A fistful of diamonds or a handful of colored sand
God blew a breath and scattered me all over town
I don't own airborne wings I don't live in fairyland
but when I see I only see reflections of His gown
A clear cut glass edged and polished with shine
another object of valor dulls before His stars
Sotto voce, an invisible sign of His Divine
I can either accept the vision, or decline
The mayhem of the worlds chaos just a blow
I'm soak in the reflection of His quiet calm
Spikenard anoint and flowers bloom and glow
He is my diamond in the raw my soothing balm;
A fistful of diamonds or a handful of colored sand
He's the love I crave for, in the palm of my hand.
June 29, 2021
Jun 29, 2021
Jun 29, 2021 at 3:06 PM UTC
Quote: If I tell you that I have a gem folded in the palm of my hand, the question
of belief arises, but if I unclench my fist and show you the gem, it will not...
Buddha
A Fistful Of Diamonds Or Colored Sand
A fistful of diamonds or a handful of colored sand
God blew a breath and scattered me all over town
I don't own airborne wings I don't live in fairyland
but when I see I only see reflections of His gown
A clear cut glass edged and polished with shine
another object of valor dulls before His stars
Sotto voce, an invisible sign of His Divine
I can either accept the vision, or decline
The mayhem of the worlds chaos just a blow
I'm soak in the reflection of His quiet calm
Spikenard anoint and flowers bloom and glow
He is my diamond in the raw my soothing balm;
A fistful of diamonds or a handful of colored sand
He's the love I crave for, in the palm of my hand.
June 29, 2021
Request permission to use this poem