Dust balls of
Half formulated thoughts
Lie in my diary
Each sentence opens doors on dreams
On worlds and lives made of cloud.
Glimmering shards of truth
Shine through the dust balls and clouds
Maybe someday I’ll string them together
Shards of truth splintering light
Rainbow patches splash on the blankness
Yet meaning and purpose they have none.
Or maybe I’ll put them in the Hands of the One who made me
The One whose voice the wind and waves obey
When He speaks, splintered shards of truth are not random
Beautiful foundation stones they become
Perfectly interlaced and balanced
With meaning and purpose endowed
Granting me strength and sure footing
Singing the song of salvation
Revealing my Saviour’s heart.
“O thou afflicted, tossed with tempest, and not comforted, behold, I will lay thy stones with fair colours, and lay thy foundations with sapphires. And I will make thy windows of agates, and thy gates of carbuncles, and all thy borders of pleasant stones.”