Sandy crevices claim the feeble stream,
Evaporation disentangles the remaining liquid;
A scarcely caring person ponders the scene,
An empty view.
Unsettled questions gnaw the soul,
Stifling contradictions blanket the mind;
No spark of effort stirs the body,
Words fail to flow.
Where is hope, where are possibilities?
Don’t let this happen to you, I beg;
Take a deeper breath of faith,
Consider God’s provision.
Don’t disregard the slight hints of beauty
The coming night sky will again display;
You are part of His universe,
And He still calls to you.
By Elaine Hardt ©2007
Photo by Peter Hardt ©2004