Description: In this poem I endeavoured to portray my heritage in Israel from Ezekiel 37 from whence the dried bones of His Nation Israel will rise again from the desert: seen as this world - forever. Joachim.
Hold Infinity in His Hand -------------------------------------------
Hold Infinity in His Hand!
He walked the Walk of Life
He crossed the Seas of Bliss
He Climbed the Highest Mountain
He Descended down the Deep!
Before Him
The Sands of the Dessert parted,
shaped as a Hand
Reaching searching probing
The bleached remains of its Victims.
Behind Him
The hand of the Miser
Gluttony shaped with Despair
Softly sweeping in the shadows
Marrow bone and hair!
Before Him
The Mind of the Fool
Empty dead forlorn.
Forever Seeking Touching
The Fringes of the Dawn.
With Him
The Song of Death
Reaching Screeching Fear
the Sounds of Silence
To all to Hear.
Then He Knelt Down
Bowed His Head
and Prayed!
Out of Heaven reached a Hand
Filled with Roses Pardon and Lore
Softly touching Hearts of Sand
Caressing Healing in its Touch.
He Opened His Mind
And the Hand of Sand
Became a Desert
Each grain a Harvest
Each bone a Man.
im with beulah on this one.
my sermon isnt until sunday which is still a couple of sleeps away and im still completely unprepared but interestingly enough i have been thinking about the valley of dry bones most of the week and so i will have to explore this passage of scripture and see what it is i am needing to share from it...
i like the end... the grains of sand being the harvest... countless as the stars in the sky or the grains of sand so will be your descendants... right?
Submission Name: Hold Infinity in His Hand
