Friday, October 15, 2010


A strand of hair
A flake of skin
A chip of nail
The spark within

Elements of my being
That stand to fade
If I don’t hold on
If I don’t forbade

I kick, I scream
I yell, I dream
I trip, I fall
I bear it all

The skin, the hair
The nail, the bod
Tools of play
In the hand of God

The spark within
Is by all means mine
To nurture and save
From wrath divine