Lines, More

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.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Just some more thoughts on LINES.

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Judy Costea's picture

Huck,
You write some deep thought provoking poetry.. You give a reader something to think about.... what good are lines...
Peace and love...
Judy

jgupta's picture

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.