Lines are drawn in the sand
Revealing the folly of man.
The mighty wind comes along
Then poof,
one breath,
they are gone.
How meaningless are those lines,
If no one paid them any mind.
Those lines can not withstand,
the sweep of God's mighty hand.
Just as those that drew with the stick,
will be swept into the pit.
We will come together as one
and all the lines will be gone.
Huck,
You write some deep thought provoking poetry.. You give a reader something to think about.... what good are lines...
Peace and love...
Judy
How true! If only we knew. Actually we all know the same but want to pretend. This poem is full of depth. I love it.