A speck of sand among many lost in the abyss
Finds not its way in a sea of monotony
One like the other, day by day the same
Sinks further in, hiding itself from the rest
A cool wind that blows sends a chill up the spine
Yet flushed in the face of one in a rage
Swirling sounds of what should freeze
Melt the hardness revealing the turmoil deep
Shrinks to the ground camouflaged
Against the grain of similarity burning hot
Longs for freedom trapped in the hustle
Screaming, destroying, lashing out in fear
Sinking deep the sand of conformity
It reaches and grasps but for other than what
A frozen tundra on fire it must cross
A darkness encapsulating creating barrier
Pushing, demanding, a greatness unwanted
This unknown calling grabbing, fighting
Running sand blowing down the shoreline
Trapped and yet flowing, chaotic movement
Light glimmers on the horizon, possibility
Engulfing, powerful force stunning
Fearful calm forms the storm unyielding
Is there more for a speck of sand unrealized?
*written end of November 2021*
Grace-Filled Hope 