TUMBLING WEED

 

Bouncing around to and fro

Not really knowing where to go,

Roots once planted, firmly in the ground

Now just bobbing up and down

 

The sap of life once ran through my veins

Now dried and scarred, indelibly stained

Rolling around this desert land

A ball of weed collecting sand

 

Looking up no rain in sight

Tumbling again, buried in fright

My destination, I know not where

 Tumbling again, with faith I’ll get there!

© Reanty Marajh 2006

Author’s Comments.

Sometimes in life we are like tumbling weeds, but with faith in God, He will guide us to our destination.