Quicksands

By Gary Barton

The quicksands of time

In the depths of waiting

Sinking into uncertainty

 

These frail arms of hope

Grasping for any faith

To reach blissful eternity

 

Nature’s hourglass

Inside the salty grains of doubt

But my rope of belief pulls me out

 

At last, free of free

Residue remains on my skin

But my faith made me clean again

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