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

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Death is a loss of life,
A soul liberated, true!

But death is also pain, sadness and agony,
For those left behind.

Death is a death,
be it in
My house,
My City,
My State,
My County,
My continent,
Or yours!

I can't run away from that pain,
I can't turn a blind eye to loss thats not mine.

It's humanity that binds me to the suffering,
It's mankind that weaves us together.

It's more than religion,
nationality,
tribe
and
creed,
It's WE together.

Covid bought a lot of pain,
But it united the world like never before.


Sparkle In Wisdom
26/6/2021