The Hand

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You are ineffective
And have lost your own perspective
Of what matters
It seems that your direction
And your grasp of introspection
Is in tatters
A stranger stands there pointing
To the source of your anointing
And you follow
But you have no indication
Or the slightest inclination
Of what you swallow
The hands are on the clock
There are no gears
And no tick-tock
But there is time
Although you’re running ever faster
In no direction towards disaster
You’ll be fine
Because Heaven’s right above you
You can take the hand that loves you
Change your course
He can alter your whole being
And change the view that you are seeing
He’s the source
Of every fountain that is flowing
And every rainbow’s end that’s glowing
And His force
Is so much stronger than you know
Beyond this world down here below
You’ve lost your sight
Of how His love had come to be
By dying on that tree
The Shepherd of the Lambs
Is the Magnificent I Am
Not the hungry wolves that follow
Daring us to swallow
What we can still perceive
That we should surely leave
Behind

©Kay Salady

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About Kay Salady

I write about the greatest force on earth that, I believe, lives on forever and surpasses all else. "All your poems read like I am watching an artist use words instead of colours full of feeling." ~Anon.

Posted on October 10, 2016, in Kay Salady Poetry, poetry, the poetry of kay salady, Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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