Shifting Sands

Your grace is like sand,

held briefly, then gone.
Each grain a glimmer into tomorrow,
leaving behind residual memories.
Inspirations,
aspirations, if you will.
But can shifting sands be trusted?
Possibly by fools,
always for those like me,
the ones who dance within the fire only to pay penance with tears.
Remaining within your grace,
all the while holding sand in both hands,
just in case.

By ~A Friend

(used with permission from the author)