Poetic Bloomings invites us to attempt the Ovillajo form
Beyond my faith or fear-filled eyes
The unknown lies
Its moments shaped like precious sands
In loving hands
Before they are released, the staff and rod
Of Father God
To test and try our grasp of dust
To teach us how to hope and trust
In One who holds our moments first
The unknown lies in loving hands of Father God
© Janet Martin
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