A Fistful of Diamonds Or a Handful of Colored Sand

Quote: If I tell you that I have a gem folded in the palm of my hand, the question of belief arises, but if I unclench my fist and show you the gem, it will not... Buddha A Fistful Of Diamonds Or Colored Sand A fistful of diamonds or a handful of colored sand God blew a breath and scattered me all over town I don't own airborne wings I don't live in fairyland but when I see I only see reflections of His gown A clear cut glass edged and polished with shine another object of valor dulls before His stars Sotto voce, an invisible sign of His Divine I can either accept the vision, or decline The mayhem of the worlds chaos just a blow I'm soak in the reflection of His quiet calm Spikenard anoint and flowers bloom and glow He is my diamond in the raw my soothing balm; A fistful of diamonds or a handful of colored sand He's the love I crave for, in the palm of my hand. June 29, 2021